A lovely song. I've been doing it here and there, after first hearing it years ago at a sing in Brooklyn. Al Cuenin did it, and he used to travel to Australia, where he heard Danny Spooner's version.

That's when I became aware that the song has been a bit Folk Processed.

Here, from my files, are the original Roy Abbott lyrics:

Chorus:
And when they dance, their dresses spin ‘round
They travel so light that they ne’er touch the ground
And the smiles on their faces will win every crowd
The lasses who dance ‘til the morning

I’ve traveled about, yes, I’ve been all around
From Perth in the west, to old Sydney Town
And it warms up my heart every time I look down
At the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Chorus)

I’ve played for the gentry, I’ve played for them all
From a small country gig to a debutante’s ball
And the one thing that joins them, the big and the small
Is the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Chorus)

At the end of the dance, the folks leave the floor
Their feet must be tired, so tender and sore
But who are the ones who call out for more?
It’s the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Chorus)

So, long may I travel and far may I roam
From Darwin to Hobart, a long way from home
And I’ll stare at the people who I’ll never know
And the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Final chorus:)
And when they dance, their dresses spin ‘round
They travel so light that they ne’er touch the ground
And the smiles on their faces will win every crowd
The lasses who dance,
The ladies who dance,
The lasses who dance ‘til the morning

Danny Spooner's version:

Chorus:
And when they dance, their dresses spin round
They travel so light that they scarce touch the ground
And the smiles on their faces would win any crowd
The lasses who dance ‘til the morning

I play in a band, I’ve played all around
From Perth in the west, to old Melbourne Town
But one thing delights me each time I look down
It’s the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Chorus)

I’ve played for the gentry, I’ve played for them all
From the old bush hut to the debutante’s ball
But one thing unites them, the great and the small
It’s the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Chorus)

And when the dance ends and they all leave the floor
Their legs are so weary, tired and sore
But, who are the ones that keep yellin’ for more?
It’s the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Chorus)

So, long may I travel and far may I roam
Around this big country we call our home
Playing for people that I’ll never know
And the lasses who dance ‘til the morning

(Chorus)

Whichever version you prefer, I still think it a lovely song.

Jay