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Tarantella

Do you remember an Inn,

Miranda?

Do you remember an Inn?

And the tedding and the spreading of the straw         for a bedding,

And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,

And the wine that tasted of tar,

And the cheers and the jeers of the young

Under the vine of the dark veranda?

Do you remember an Inn,

Miranda?

Do you remember an Inn?

And the cheers and the jeers of the young

Who hadn't got a penny,

And who weren't paying any,

And the hammer at the doors and the din;

And the Hip!

Hop!

Hap!

Of the

Of the hands to the twirl and the

Of the girl gone chancing,

Glancing,

Dancing,

Backing and advancing,

Snapping of the clapper to the spin,

Out and

And the Ting!

Tong!

Tang! of the guitar?

Do you remember an Inn,

Miranda?

Do you remember an Inn?    Never more;    Miranda,    Never more.    Only the high peaks hoar:    And Aragon a torrent at the door.    No sound    In the walls of the Halls where falls    The tread    Of the feet of the dead to the ground    No sound:    But the boom    Of the far Waterfall like Doom.

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Hilaire Belloc

Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc (27 July 1870[1] – 16 July 1953) was a British-French writer and historian and one of the most prolific writer…

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