For, as a dancer, in my youth
My brand new presentation kilt
And soon I heard a lord - or a duke
"Open the door" I sternly cried
The door was opened. Word went 'round
The King was seated on his throne
The lovely ladies of the court
Slowly at first, with hands on hips
Until no human eye could see
The king was greatly moved
And then the gracious Queen herself
Her whisper I shall ne'er forget
Sit around them in a ring
And I will tell of the great night
I danced before the King
So great was my renown
The King invited me
To come to London town
And ornaments I wore
And with my skian dhu
I rapped upon the Palace door
Come rinning down the stair
To the keyhole put his mouth
Demanding, "Who was there?"
"As quickly as you can"
"Is this the way that you receive
A highland gentleman?"
"MacAllister is here!"
And with the news the palace rang
With one tremendous cheer.
But down the steps he came,
Immediately the waiting lord
Pronounced my magic name.
With pearls and jewels decked,
All blushed and trembled
As I bowed to them, with great respect.
I danced with ease and grace,
Then with my hands above my head
Much faster grew my pace.
My steps so light and quick,
And from the floor great clouds of dust
Came rising fast and thick.
And shook my hand in friendship true,
"Alas" he said, "although a King
I cannot dance like you."
Came shyly o'er to me;
She pinned a medal on my breast
For all the world to see.
Nor how her eyes grew dim,
"Oh where were you MacAllister
The day I married him?"
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