The Lincoln Morris dancers
So colourful, so happy and gay,
Here have come so many folk,
To raise the arms of friendship.
A raucous cheer and clapping hands,
Announce to all these dancing feet.
As round and round, cavort at will,
These merry people can’t be still.
A clash of sticks, the tinkling bells,
And all about wafting coloured cloth.
Accordion serenades become the beat,
And tambourines upon flashing palms.
My eyes have witnessed Morris men,
And dancers flashing more than hem.
This city square has come to life,
Like days of old reborn again.
And as my spirit rendered still,
My heart these Morris dancers fill.
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