On--Within Reason--With the Dance
by FAIRFAX DOWNEY
THFRE was a sound, as Byron wrote,
Of revelry by night.
The party thrown was going well,
The music it was swing and swell.
The eyes of all were bright,
Excepting those of husbands weary,
Moaning, “It’s time to go home, dearie.”
Of revelry by night.
The party thrown was going well,
The music it was swing and swell.
The eyes of all were bright,
Excepting those of husbands weary,
Moaning, “It’s time to go home, dearie.”
Joy was distinctly on the loose.
The lights shone clear on all.
Women were fair and men were brave,
Including those about to cave,
While waiting in the hall-
Poor fellows growing weak as water,
Yearning to drive home wife and daughter.
The lights shone clear on all.
Women were fair and men were brave,
Including those about to cave,
While waiting in the hall-
Poor fellows growing weak as water,
Yearning to drive home wife and daughter.
“Chase glowing hours with flying feet,” Through all the dance’s lilt.
But mind you, girls, be not too gay.
Unless the night is Saturday,
The gentlemen will wilt.
Ah, what a difference-a heap-
When men must work while women sleep.
But mind you, girls, be not too gay.
Unless the night is Saturday,
The gentlemen will wilt.
Ah, what a difference-a heap-
When men must work while women sleep.