I was woken this morning by a note on my door, from a man- that Id seen -in the village before
It said @ 6.30, he surely would call, to `take me to the ceilidh in the old village hall.
Well he ^ must be mistaken, for there’s not a chance, that he would take someone like me to the dance.
There’re dozens much fairer, Im sure you’d agree, that- can do Strip The Willow much better than me.
Still I put on my finest, my green-linen gown, I was upstairs still dressing, while he waited down,
With a fistful of roses and a suit made of tweed. He looked handsome, and happy indeed.
As I walked down the stairway, his eyes opened wide, like a young lad at Christmas with excitement inside.
All eyes were upon us and he showed not a care, as we strolled -to the dance -near the old village square.
Well we’d barely got in, hardly walked thru the door, when he took my right hand, led me out on the floor
With a hand on my waist, we started to sway, as we paused- for the lad- on the fiddle to play.
So I said ‘tell me sir, why ,did you choose me? There are many much fairer in `this room I see.’
But he hushed me and said –‘ while this new song is sung, I’ll dance with the girl that I brung.’
-Solo-
and I cried she’s more pretty, with her hair raven black or the one with the fair skin who’s dancing with Jack.
But I said just as sure as that fiddle is strung
I’ll dance with the girl that I brung
What Im telling you now is no slip of my tongue,
I’ll dance wi’ the girl that I brung.
Cara Beth Satalino's delicately melodic yet resilient indie folk songs sparkle with lyrical wit and hard-won wisdom. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2024