Ballade of the May-pole Dance
The loveliest sight of the college year,—
The dance that comes in the month of May
When all the pretty co-eds appear
Upon the green in dresses gay.
As the sun is casting its last bright ray
The ribbons from the pole they slip,
And with a whirl and a long sash-ay
To Spring's blithe song they lightly trip.
The dance that comes in the month of May
When all the pretty co-eds appear
Upon the green in dresses gay.
As the sun is casting its last bright ray
The ribbons from the pole they slip,
And with a whirl and a long sash-ay
To Spring's blithe song they lightly trip.
They twist around till comes the fear
The pole cannot be wrapped that way;—
A burst of music; a deafening cheer!
And not a flutter to betray
That hands had touched it other than fay.
The bright-hued figures flash and dip
And back to their places with rythmic sway
To Spring's blithe song they lightly trip.
The pole cannot be wrapped that way;—
A burst of music; a deafening cheer!
And not a flutter to betray
That hands had touched it other than fay.
The bright-hued figures flash and dip
And back to their places with rythmic sway
To Spring's blithe song they lightly trip.
