From "The Quaker Girl"
By: Lionel Monckton
Come with me, come to the ball,
Come to the dances,
Say, will you come to the ball?
Yes, we will come to the ball,
Music and merriment call,
Golden and gay are the lamps above,
Every tune is a song of love!
Ladies that come to the ball,
I am in love with you all,
Each has a part in my heart
At the ball - at the ball!
Come while you may,
Flow'rs and romances
Fade with the day.
Come in your beauty
Fair as a rose,
Dancing's a duty
Ev'ryone owes!
Leave me not lonely
When I implore,
You are the only girls I adore!
I will be loyal
True to you all,
Hailing you royal
Queens of the ball!
Who will not answer the call?
Join in the maze of the waltz that whirls,
Gallant young lovers and laughing girls,
All of you come to the ball,
There will be welcome for all,
Chance for a dance
And romance,
At the ball - at the ball!
None but will answer the call,
All of us long for the waltz that whirls,
Dashing young lovers and dainty girls,
Ah! Let us come to the ball,
There will be joy for us all,
Chance for a dance
And romance,
At the ball - at the ball!