| May they dance all night
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| To the fiddle and the banjo
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| The way we did at the Roseville Fair
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| Oh, the night was clear, the stars were shining
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| The moon came up so quiet in the sky
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| And people gathered 'round, the bands were tuning
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| I can hear them now, playin' «Comin' Through The Rye.»
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| You were dressed in blue, you looked so lovely
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| Just a gentle flower of a small-town girl
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| You took my hand and we danced to the music
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| With a single smile, you became my world
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| And we danced all night
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| To the fiddle and the banjo
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| Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air
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| So long ago, but I still remember
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| When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair
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| We courted well, we courted dearly
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| We’d sit for hours on the front porch chair
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| And a year went by from the time I met you
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| And I made you mine at the Roseville Fair
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| And we danced all night
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| To the fiddle and the banjo
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| Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air
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| So long ago, but I still remember
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| When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair
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| So here’s a song for all the lovers
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| And here’s a tune that they can share
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| May they dance all night
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| To the fiddle and the banjo
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| The way we did at the Roseville Fair
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| May they dance all night
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| To the fiddle and the banjo
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| The way we did at the Roseville Fair |