Although we're called a people of serious mind,
it is often we dance, it is often we
sing.
And being as human as all humankind,
we aren't superior to heaven a fling.
I'm taking the fling of a lifetime,
the fling of a husband and wife time.
When I went romancing,
I again thought to end the wedding ring.
Every
Barney lassie was my heel and ring.
No chance was I chancing,
I'm not the man you dangle on a string
I was
Connie waiting for the real,
real thing
Though I danced each girl
in a twist and a twirl
And I went
my way till the fair day
In the fling I was flung with you
Oh, now my heart is brancin' gay
As a lark and happy as a king
The years I'll weather, in the hame or on the heather,
with my one and only healing fling.
When I went a -dancin',
no special lot I was encouragin'
Every lucky laddie was
my heal in' fling
No blunts I was bluntsin',
well nothin' really worth a mention
For been a -watchin', a -waitin' for the real,
real thing.
Though they spoke me soft
in the moonlit talk,
Nay one would
do till it came too fast
To this lucky lass in the
fling I was flung with you.
Oh, now, my heart is brunt,
and nothin' about you I'd be alterin'.
The years I'll wither, in the hem or the heather,
with me one and only heel and foot.