My, Anyone up for a bit of the Oyster Band's The Old Dance? I'll tackle vocals if someone (Sorcha or Jeri where are you girls?) would get fiddle. Oh, and a Sam Adams to whet my whistle before I start wouldn't be amis.

Eve, said God, Listen to me Keep your hands off the apple tree Eve and Adam wondered why Made some cider and gave it a try God came back and he made a row Go and toil by the sweat of your brow The snake said to hell with the daily bread Taught 'em how to do the latest dance instead

It's the old dance and a crooked dance too When you step outside the law Play your tune on your damned old fiddle it'll burn you up like straw.

God drove up in a bkg black car Took a drag on a fat cigar Said break the law and you pay the price Out you go from paradise Stuck a sign on every tree This is private property The snake said Property is theft Never mind, there's always one thing left

It's the old dance. . . Rip out a fiddle break there girls!!

God sends thunder God sends hail chills and spills and bills in the mail Plagues on the sly and the innocent Frogs and boils and government Take your partner in your spite Try and dance all through the night With your hands all round What'll you do when the sky falls down

But the old dance . . .

The fiddles take over again.

Ahhhhhhh!