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My dancing Day


TO-MORROW shall be my dancing day:
          I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance:
   Sing O my love, O my love, my love, my love;
   This have I done for my true love.
Then was I born of a virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substánce;
Thus was I knit to man's natúre,
To call my true love to my dance:
In a manger laid and wrapped I was,
So very poor, this was my chance,
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,
To call my true love to my dance:
Then afterwards baptized I was;
The Holy Ghost on me did glance,
My Father's voice heard from above,
To call my true love to my dance:
Into the desert I was led,
Where I fasted without substánce;
The devil bade me make stones my bread,
To have me break my true love's dance:
The Jews on me they made great suit,
And with me made me great variance,
Because they loved darkness rather than light,
To call my true love to my dance:
For thirty pence Judas me sold,
His covetousness for to advance;
'Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold.'
The same is he shall lead the dance:
Before Pilate the Jews me brought,
Where Barabbas had deliveránce;
They scourged me and set me at nought,
Judged me to die to lead the dance:
Then on the cross hangéd I was,
Where a spear to my heart did glance;
There issues forth both water and blood,
To call my true love to my dance:
Then down to hell I took my way
For my true love's deliveránce,
And rose again on the third day,
Up to my true love and the dance:
Then up to heaven I did ascend,
Where now I dwell in sure substánce,
On the right hand of God, that man
May come unto the general dance.


Dance Poetry
A comprehensive anthology
Edited by Alkis Raftis
Copyright 2012