Last Dance

Women's Verse 1:
 * Every winter season
 * Except for the reason
 * Of one war or another
 * (Really quite a bother),
 * The Queen of Rimmen and her consort
 * Request their vassals come and cavort.
 * On each and every ball,
 * The first man at the hall
 * Is Lord Ogin Jornibret of Gaer
 * The Curse of all the Maidens Fair.

Women's Refrain:
 * Oh, dear ladies, beware.
 * Dearest, dearest ladies, take care.
 * Though he's a very handsome man,
 * If you dare to take his handsome hand,
 * The nastly little spell will be cast
 * And your first dance with him will be the last.

Men's Verse I:
 * At this social event
 * Everyone who went
 * knew the bowes and stances
 * And steps to all the dances.
 * The Queen of Rimmen and her consort
 * Would order a trumpet's wild report,
 * And there could be no indecision.
 * As he revelers took position.
 * The First dance only ladies, separate
 * Away from such men as Lord Jornibret.

Men's Refrain:
 * Oh, dear fellows, explain.
 * Brothers, can you help make it plain:
 * The man's been doing this for years,
 * Leaving maidens fair in tears
 * Before the final tune's been blast.
 * And her first dance with him will be the last.

Women's Verse II:
 * Lord Ogin Jornibret of Gaer
 * Watched the ladies dance on air
 * The loveliest in the realm.
 * A fellow in a [sic] ursine-hide helm
 * Said, "The Queen of Rimmen and her consort
 * Have put together quite a sport.
 * Which lady fair do you prefer?"
 * Lord Jornibret pointed, "Her.
 * See that bosom, bob and weave.
 * Well-suited for me to love and leave."

Women's Refrain:

Men's Verse II:
 * The man in the mask of a bear
 * had left the Lord of Gaer
 * Before the ladies' dance was ending.
 * Then a trumpet sounded, portending
 * That the Queen of Rimmen and her consort
 * Called for the men to come to court.
 * Disdainful, passing over all the rest,
 * Ogin approached she of bobbing breast.
 * She was rejected, saved a life of woe,
 * For a new maiden as fair as snow.

Men's Refrain:

Women's Verse III:
 * At the first note of the band,
 * The beauty took Ogin's hand.
 * She complimented his stately carriage
 * Dancing to the tune about the marriage
 * Of the Queen of Rimmen and her consort.
 * It is very difficult indeed to comport
 * With grace, neither falling nor flailing,
 * Wearing ornate hide and leather mailing
 * Dancing light as the sweetest of dreams
 * Without a single squeak of the seams.

Women's Refrain:

Men's Verse III:
 * The rhythms rose and fell
 * No one dancing could excel
 * With masculine grace and syncopation,
 * Lord Jornibret even drew admiration
 * From the Queen of Rimmen and her consort.
 * Like a beauteous vessel pulling into port,
 * He silently slid, belying the leather's weight.
 * She whispered girlishly, "The hour is late,
 * But I've never seen such grace in hide armor."
 * It 'twas a pity he knew he had to harm her.

Men's Refrain:

Women's Verse IV:
 * The tune beat was furious
 * He began to be curious
 * Where had the maiden been sequest'ed.
 * "Before this dance was requested
 * By the consort and his Queen of Rimmen
 * I didn't see you dance with the women."
 * "My dress was torn as I came to the dance,"
 * She said smiling in a voice deep as a man's,
 * "My maids worked quickly to repair,
 * While I wore a suit of hide, a helm of a bear."