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the sound of a polka drifted from my neighbor's and set my foot a-tapping, oh!
leva's mother had her eye on her daughter but leva she managed to fool her, you know.

'cause who's going to listen to mother saying no when we're all busy dancing to and fro

leva was smiling, the fiddle's wailing as people crowded round to wish her luck
everyone was hot but it didn't seem to bother much

'cause who's going to mind a drop of sweat when he's all busy dancing to and fro

leva's mother she shut herself away, in her own quiet room to hum a hymn,
leaving our hero to have a spot of fun. in a neighbor's house when the lights where dim

'cause what does it matter what the old folks say, when he's all busy dancing to and fro.

when the music stopped then the real fun began and that's when the laddie fooled around
when he took her home, when the dancing was over, her mother angrily waiting they found

but I said to her, leva, now don't you weep when he's all busy dancing to and fro.

I said to her mother now stop that noise or I won't be responsible for what I do
if you go quietly and stay in your room, you won't get hurt while your daughter I woo

'cause this fine laddie is a wild sort of guy when he's all busy dacing to and fro

one thing I tell you is you won't trap me, no, you won't find me an easy catch. Travel to the east and travel to the west but leva and I are going to make a match

'cause this fine laddie ain't the bashful sort when he's all busy dancing to and fro