The Ceilidh

Janette Horn, Petersburn

Hey Liz, you coming on the flair? Och no, ma toe is far too sair. Oh right, Jinty, what about you? Whit, ah dinnae want tae waste ma new hairdo. airdo. Och, is naebody wanting tae dance? Says Helen, ah will gie it a wee chance. So on the flair away we go, heel for heel and toe for toe, Oh God, ah’m gittin’oot o puff, this ceilidh dance is real hard stuff. A bearded man, the dance he tells, In and oot the dusty bells, And puffy, wheezy, on we go – oh look, here comes wee Joe. Maggie and Elky are sittin’doon and they are known by half the toon. Come on Maggie, give it a try. Och no, ma leg’s too sair, and it’s ma eye. It’s ma cartilages you see, it’s really nowt tae dae with me. There’s big Jimmy on the door, That’s because he’s six feet four, His plates of meat are far too big, he cannae dae a Scottish jig. The tables noo are full o’drink, The stuff that stops the brain tae think, Everybody’s swallying noo and Annie’s lost her brand new shoe, Folk are stoating on the flair, and on their face a happy stare. Burly-whurly dancing by, then something just caught ma eye. It wis wee Wullie at his best, he’d stripped down to‘is Rab C vest. And every one proceeds to dance, all glad to give it a chance, A great night oot was had by all, as they prepare to leave the hall. The wind blew hard outside that night, it fairly gave us a’a fright. Still we gave it oor best chance We fair enjoyed oor ceilidh dance.