| lyric | 1. Now the sun is shining brightly;
Old and young and stiff and sprightly,
Treading swiftly, treading lightly,
Dance the Fling at Mallow.
Chorus
O, the dancing through the town,
O the prancing up and down,
Priest and parson, king and clown
Dance the Fling at Mallow.
2. Till the fires of night are burning,
Dance they all, sad sorrow spurning,
Happy then to home returning
From the Fling at Mallow. |