An Arabian Wedding Dance

One summer's morn I wandered forth
Beneath the cloudless blue
The fragrant boughs their mantels spread
In sheets of glittering dews

The birds sang sweetly through the shadows
All natures fields were fair
The flowers too, in luseury spread
Beneath the balmy air

There from a small arabian shack
Came forth such weary strains
Which caused me for to cease my step
And quickened up my brains

The music fifes and homely wifes
Moves round in great array
But the dancers best was poorly dressed
Made such a d--display.