Shall we ever dance again in that style

of our old, odd ways and days

Now so ancient but still alive

In misty memory.

Remember the Valeta and Saint Bernard´s waltz ?

The first of stomp. The hokey-cokey and the conga ?

And country dancing on the green expanse of Portsdown Hill

Replete with sticks, cow-bells and ribbons.

Come, let us try once more

To prance away the fleeting years.