They were Dancing the Liechtenstein Polka
¶ 1
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They were dancing the Liechtenstein Polka
In a field out in Ireland’s Midwest,
And they counted to three
With such sheer Alpine glee,
That the locals were none too impressed.
¶ 2
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They were dancing the Liechtenstein Polka,
And they waltzed through the Longford rearguard,
They followed and led
And kept one step ahead,
Which admittedly wasn’t too hard.
¶ 3
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They were dancing the Liechtenstein Polka,
As poor Longford clog-danced through the mud,
And they skipped o’er the tackles,
Which rose Irish hackles,
Though the lesson was well understood.
¶ 4
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They were dancing the Liechtenstein Polka,
Which silenced the local lads’ chants,
And they twirled Longford round
O’er the soft, squelching ground,
And they led them a merry old dance.
¶ 5
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They were dancing the Liechtenstein Polka,
As they used to, back home in Vaduz.
So light on their feet,
It was beauty complete,
Notwithstanding their old football boots.
¶ 6
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They were dancing the Liechtenstein Polka,
With no shy inhibitions at all,
And the football they played
Was in Austria made –
You might call it a Viennese ball.
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