I played sat on a chair bearing no back,
a tune, a jig, a dance for goose and man.
They stomped their feet in time, around they spun.
Round hole I’d cut, let light inside, showed you,
I caught a glimpse of you outside this door.
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I played sat on a chair bearing no back,
a tune, a jig, a dance for goose and man.
They stomped their feet in time, around they spun.
Round hole I’d cut, let light inside, showed you,
I caught a glimpse of you outside this door.
Brinkinfield 