IRISH DANCE HALLS

===== IRISH DANCE HALLS =====
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The old dance-halls are silent now
Where once we used to go
And we're feeling sad and lonely
For the years of youthful glow
The ladies were so elegant
So graceful and so tall
As they stood with regal splendour
As support beams for the wall
The "crack" was always mighty
'Twas never less than great
It's birthplace was in Dublin
At famous James's Gate
The "cracking" often was intense
We couldn't breathe at all
Our lungs were starved of oxygen
But there wasn't room to fall
 Sometimes we'd have a sideshow
Leaving blood upon the ground
Handbags would be flying
Hair came tumbling down
When the show was over
The owner closed the gate
"GOOD night, safe home", he wished us
MY GOD, WASN'T THAT GREAT?!
Author: J.G.
Category:Catalog