Waltzing it

Never talk to me of waltzing it,

Giddily, O!  Giddily, O!

‘Tis a dance has many faults in it,

Giddily, O!  Giddily, O!

First it strains our stays, in a thousand ways,

Whiskers much amaze, till your collar strays,

And you make a thousand halts in it,

Giddily, Giddily, O!

Moncrieff, William Thomas