"Three quarters round your partner swing!
Across the set!" The rafters ring,
The girls and boys have taken wing
And have brought their roses out!
'Tis "Forward six!" with rustic grace,
Ah, rarer far than—"Swing to place!"
Than golden clouds of old point-lace
They bring the dance about.
Then clasping hands all—"Right and left!"
All swiftly weave the measure deft