THE DANCE IN ASHFORD.
The Glen Hotel in Ashford,
That hall beyond compare,
Was stunned by two young dashers,
A blonde and a gent so fair.
The night it was a Friday,
And ’54 the year,
When Kate and Esha tidied
And off to Ashford sped.
Indeed they both looked smashing,
No doubt they deemed to break,
A few soft hearts so dashing,
A German and his mate.
The dance was gay and lively,
And Esha cast an eye
At a blondie youth ablooming,
And gave him ladies choice.
Now Kate she danced with Brendan,
So tall and yet so slim,
A German boy so lovely,
Its you I think I’ll win.
Then when each dance was over,
The girls would meet and talk,
“You have Des, says Kitty
And I’ll have Brendan Tall.”
But then a queer sensation,
Came over both the pairs,
And next in deep vexation,
They changed their partners fair.
Kate, she looked so stately,
Above poor Des so small,
And Esha’s neck was strained as
She looked at Brendan tall.
Our coats, we must now gather,
Says Kate to Esha then,
Fly quickly to the cloakroom,
And don’t delay the men,
Seconds flew to minutes,
And then an hour had gone,
“I wonder ’bout these women,”
Said the boys with faces long.
For in had walked a stalward man,
Gerry from Offaly fair
From the town of Edenderry,
Holy Mack I do declare.
So the rest you can imagine
The motorcar was started,
It sped along the road,
Behind was Kate so happy,
For Des she did adore,
In front with eyes
that shone so bright,
Were Esha and Gerry brave,
No doubt their hearts
were gay and bright
She’d do anything for his sake.