A DANCE TO THE ST. ANNE'S REEL
Lyrics Wil Maring, melody Traditional

He stood on the deck with his case in hand.
He gazed to the west at a strange, new land.
He hummed an old tune that his grandpa sang-
A tune called the St. Annes Reel.

The work was hard and the days were long,
But the land was their own and it made them strong.
Work's all done, roll the rug to the wall
For a dance to the St. Annes Reel.

So get out the fiddle and the mandolin.
Toe to heel to a tune like it's always been.
Take a peck on the cheek as he takes her hand,
For a dance to the St. Annes Reel.

The shuffle of the shoes on a wooden floor,
As they twirl to a tune from another shore,
A song come down from the days of yore-
It's a tune called the St. Annes Reel.

Instrumental break

That young man's son had a son, now old,
who rests on a bench as his own son holds
the hand of the girl with the hair of gold
for a dance to the St. Annes Reel.

The strange, new land is home sweet home,
and no one recalls where the tune came from.
They still gather 'round when the work's all done,
for a dance to the St. Annes Reel.

Chorus
A song come down from the days of yore,
and it's still called the St. Annes Reel.