danse macabre

"Zig-a-zig-a-zig"�Death is tapping the tomb with his heel at midnight,
playing an air on his out-of-tune fiddle�
"Zig-a-zig-a-zag"�The winter windblows, and the night is gloomy groans can be heard in the trees.
White skeletons dart through the shadows, running and jumping in their great shrouds. . .
"Zig-a-zig-a-zig"�They each jig about, and one hears the clatter of the dancers' bones. . .
A lascivious couple sits down on the moss as if to re-live the sweet nothings of yesteryear. . .
"Zig-a-zig-a-zag"�Death scrapes endlessly on his sour instrument.
A veil is dropped, the dancer is nude, her young partner squeezes her lovingly; the lady, they say, is a marchioness or baroness, and the young man a common wheelwright. Horror!
Look how she's carrying onas if the oaf was a baron!. . .
"Zig-a-zig-a-zig"�What a hullabaloo! These rings of corpses are all holding hands!
"Zig-a-zig-a-zag"�One sees Kings leaping about in the crowd with thieves. . .
But hush! All at once the dance stops. Elbowing each other aside, they rush, they flee; the c**k has crowed.
Oh what a beautiful night for the poor of the world. Long live Death�and Equality!'
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