Prompt:

Come on, lassies, come on, lads, Kick the dust off the old stone floors! Pipes are calling down the glen, Open wide the tavern doors! *Ritornello* Aye, aye, spin me round, Heel and toe on the wooden ground! Kilts a-flying, hearts on fire, Dance until the morning choir! *Verso 2* Whisky flashes, laughter rings, Fiddles chase the midnight air; Stamp your boot and clap your hands, There’s magic in the ceilidh fair! *Ritornello* Aye, aye, spin me round, Heel and toe on the wooden ground! Kilts a-flying, hearts on fire, Dance until the morning choir! *Bridge* From Edinburgh to Skye we go, One big circle, fast then slow; Hold your partner, don’t let go— The reel won’t stop, and neither will we! *Ritornello finale* Aye, aye, spin me round, Heel and toe on the wooden ground! Kilts a-flying, hearts on fire, Dance… until… the morning choir! *(clap–clap–stamp–stamp)* One more turn—and off we go!