  (Danced at Swanhurst, August 8th, 1878.) Do you remember, long ago, Our Fancy-dress Quadrille? Though many a year is past since then It makes me joyous still, To think what fun we used to have When we were young and gay And danced upon the Swanhurst lawn, That happy Summer day. As Shepherd and as Shepherdess We trod the graceful round, In pinks and blues, with buckled shoes, And crooks with ribands bound; And as with joyous step we danced We gaily sang in time The foolish words and merry tune Of some old Nursery rhyme. But often through the singing broke A burst of laughter gay, That happy Summer day! And hand in hand would linger long, As through the dance we moved, For some of us were lovers then, And some of us were loved. Ah, many a year is past since then, And fled the merry throng, And yet I hear, at times quite clear, The echo of our song; And though our days are Wintry now I well remember still The happy Summer day we danced Our Fancy-dress Quadrille! 1878. [Decorative image unavailable.] |
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