Tarantella

Hilaire Belloc

Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of straw for a bedding.
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of the tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under The shade of Vine verandah)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
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 clap
Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in....
And the Ting Tong Tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?
Do You Remember an Inn?
Nevermore; 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.
Only The boom
Of the far waterfall like doom.