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O Creole Dancer, grass body sway to music ~

How graceful in the flitting fire shadows, 

With you, the whole ground plays.

Yer shake-a-shake wobble, 

Your dizzying arm waves,

Drawing ribbons in the flitting fire's display.

Da whole night sky swimming,

Through the rum vapours thick,

Through your flourishing sand sprays.

Up! The sand dances, with each flurried ballet,

Mesmerising the men who drank rum on the bay,

As the sand rains back down,

Your silk hips touch the ground,

With a swoop,

On your hands,

Twisting hard on the sand,

You kick up in the air, your grass skirt slips away...

And around the fire flailing, your legs and arms twirl,

and around you the night spins,

around and more still.

Back through fire's black shadows, pivot up to a stand,

And dance on,

Creole Dancer, 

Through the night, on the sand.

Let the fire burn to charcoal, let the night come to close,

As the men who drank rum stumble off to their homes.

Let your dance turn to stars,

Let your dance be ever-lasting.

May you dance on,

and on,

and on, O Creole Dancer...