There’s a famous market town in Staffordsher
That’s noted for dancing and fun.
And ‘tis there that the strangest of people
Will perform – being second to none.
Eeh! A grand little group are the Morris
That meet on a night once a week.
Wi’ their sticks and their hankies all ready
They ‘foot-up” quite reg’lar in Leek.
There are some who do find it quite serious
While others be content to just muse.
But they all try their best when out dancing
Lichfield heys in their bouncy black shoes!
They’re assisted by stalwart musicians
Who often use G as their key.
They patiently listen t’the Foreman
Who shouts “Play the A, then the B!”
Now there’s one lady Squire who gives orders
To those who will listen and wait.
“Can we manage to dance this next Sunday?
We could do it with six or with eight.”
They don’t think much to the warnings
That dancing is quite a wild game!
If it isn’t my knees, or her knuckles,
It’s often my back that’s to blame!
Sooo, seeking for further amusement,
Now that retirement has finally come.
We decided to join all these Rebels
And dance with the Best, Eeh by gum!