Midsummer's Day it fell on a Saturday.
William and Susan were to be wed.
They had the music played by a fiddler.
"Let's come a-dancing, William," he said.

CHORUS: So they danced, danced, danced all around,
Danced, danced to the fiddler's sound,
Danced with a skip, danced with a hop,
Danced till it seemed that they would never stop.

Midnight struck and then said the fiddler,
"Dancing on Sunday wouldn't be right."
Sue gave a laugh. "Who cares if to hell I go?
I'll find another fiddler tonight."

CHORUS: So they danced, danced, etc.

Off went the fiddler, left them a-grumbling.
Then another fiddler came down the way.
"If you'd like to dance, well, I'd like to play for you."
Tunes that he played them were merry and gay.

CHORUS: So they danced, danced, etc.

"Stop," cried the people. "No," cried the fiddler.
He wouldn't stop in spite of all their moans.
They paid the price for dancing on the Sabbath Day
When in a flash, he turned them to stone.

CHORUS: As they danced, danced, etc.

In Stanton Drew in the County of Somerset,
That's where the Devil played at Sue's request.
They paid the price for dancing on the Sabbath Day,
Now they are standing ever more at rest.

CHORUS: For they danced, danced, etc.

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Pam Mouton