[Old Women:]
Dancing is not what it used to be
In the merry days when our tread was light,
When feet were nimble, hearts were free,
We danced from dusk till the sun shone bright.
When feet were nimble, hearts were free,
We danced from dusk till the sun shone bright.
Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
Eh! Eh! Eh! Though feeble we be,
Something like that we can dance, you'll see.
Eh! Eh! Eh! Though feeble we be,
Better than that,
Better than that,
Better than that we can dance, you'll see.