While The Waltz Is On

Samuel Alfred Beadle

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Ere the banquet's over, love,
And the stars are gone;
Before the garlands wither, love,
While the waltz is on,
Whisper softly in my ear
Love's melody, my dear.

While the waltz is on, my dear,
And the music's roll
Echoes through the hall so clear,
So happy makes the soul,
As we reel and turn and whirl
Say yes, my bonny girl.

Ere the dance is done, sweetheart,
Before the music dies,
Make me glad, before we part,
Complete my paradise;
Just before the music's gone,
And while the waltz is on.

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