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[Куплет 1] The kettle sings beside the fire, Your cousin tunes the old banjo, A red scarf swings from every chair, And rain forgets the road below. [Алдынғы қайырма] Pass the cup and clear the floor, Someone's knocking at the door! [Қайырма] Hey now, turn the table round, Clap your hands and stamp the ground, Fiddle flies and laughter rings, Raise your voice till morning sings! Hey now, turn the table round, Clap your hands and stamp the ground, One more reel and one more cheer, Best kind of trouble brought us here! [Куплет 2] The baker's dancing with the cooper, The cooper's hat has found the dog, Auntie mae is leading loudly, Though she skips a verse or two. [Алдынғы қайырма] Tap the glass and count to four, Then we'll whirl across the floor! [Қайырма] Hey now, turn the table round, Clap your hands and stamp the ground, Fiddle flies and laughter rings, Raise your voice till morning sings! Hey now, turn the table round, Clap your hands and stamp the ground, One more reel and one more cheer, Best kind of trouble brought us here! [Instrumental break] [Fiddle and harmonica call-and-response, with crowd claps and playful shouted interjections] [Көпір] If your sweetheart won't take your hand, Dance with the neighbor, that's the plan! If your boots are worn and thin, Borrow mine and tumble in! [Қайырма] Hey now, turn the table round, Clap your hands and stamp the ground, Fiddle flies and laughter rings, Raise your voice till morning sings! Hey now, turn the table round, Clap your hands and stamp the ground, One more reel and one more cheer, Best kind of trouble brought us here! [Аутро] Round we go and round again, Laughing loud with every friend, When the final fiddle flies, Three cheers ringing to the skies!
