Poem: Let the rhythmn of the Emerald Isle and the dance of the peasant girl sweep you away for awhile-As the fiddler takes his throne on a three-legged stool -And you, the Irish Step Dancer practice lessons learned at dance school- Dance, Irish Step Dancer in the clothing style your ancestors wore-Feel your proud heritage as you glide across the floor-Dance pretty dancer to the beat of a jig in a hornpipe shoe and sashay to the soft step of a graceful reel too-Let teh fiddler fill your ears with the Motherland sound as you twist and leap your feet from the groujnd-Turn out your toes and keep those hands locked at your side-Dance, Irish Step Dancer reveal Ireland's pride.

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