Part 3 — CXI.
Reading edition
We all know the next tune:—
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Me lover gone a Colon Bay, Colon Bay, Colon Bay, Me lover gone a Colon Bay With a handsome concentina. Oh what is your intention, intention, intention? Oh what is your intention? My intention is to marry you. I will married to you, I will married to you, I will married to you, I will married to you, I will married to you, I will married to you With a handsome concentina.
(Levi always sings:—"What is your retention, retention, retention?")
In "I will married to you" the wheeling becomes a giddy business, at least to the onlooker. The dancers never seem to feel it, nor do they appear to mind the heat. They simply stream with perspiration and put their handkerchiefs round their necks to save their white collars.