Say, what shall we dance?

Shall we bound along the moonlight plain,

To music of Italy, Greece, or Spain?

  Say, what shall we dance?

Shall we, like those who rove

Thro' bright Grenada's grove,

To the light Bolero's measures move?

Or choose the Guaracia's languishing lay,

And thus to its sound die away?

  Strike the gay chords,

Let us hear each strain from every shore

That music haunts, or young feet wander o'er.

Hark! 'tis the light march, to whose measured time,

The Polish lady, by her lover led,

Delights thro' gay saloons with step untried to tread,

Or sweeter still, thro' moonlight walks

Whose shadows serve to hide

The blush that's raised by who talks

Of love the while by her side,

Then comes the smooth waltz, to whose floating sound

Like dreams we go gliding around,

Say, which shall we dance? which shall we dance?