Dance in the Old Village Hall

It's Saturday night at the close of the evening,
When --- the last summer sun,
I walked with my cronies the lads that i knew then,
To where int he old hall the dance had begun,
We stood in the doorway and heard the sweet music,
the songs and the dances we thrilled to them all,
No moments were sweeter than those that we knew then,
The night of the dance in the old village hall,
All the lasses were bonnie as flowers in the springtime,
But one of those flowers was fairest to see,
She smiled as she danced in the arms of another,
I knew in my heart that her smile was for me,
Now love is a treasure that everyone looks for,
Tis more than just riches of jewells or ore,
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The night of the dance in the old village hall.