Lysaght, Edward.  "Addenda."   Poems, by the Late Edward Lysaght Esq., Barrister at Law. Dublin: Gilbert and Hodges, 1811. 98-99.


The following Song was written at a very early age, and was occasioned by the author’s hearing a lady express very great admiration of Mr. Staunton, a celebrated dancing-master in the county of Clare.

Tune–"O! what a charming fellow."

Let other nymphs for grandeur pine,
   Let them revile and rant on;--
But let my dancing swain be mine,
   My simp’ring, smiling Staunton.

When in the minuet soft he goes,
   And smoothly slides aslant on,
Love’s darts fly from his pointed toes,
   And wound and kill for Staunton.

When in the nimble jig he hops,
   My eyes still look askant on;
No shuttlecock, or balls, or tops,
   Can twirl or spin like Staunton.

When in the rigadoon he reels,
   And nimbly trips and flaunts on;
Then all my thoughts are on his heels:
   Dance up to me, my Staunton!

But when my charmer tunes his kit,
   To ev’ry note I pant on;
Till wound to rapture, in a fit,
   I swoon and die for Staunton!

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