The lights are all lit in Calliope House,
is the family dining ? The horses smile and the merry-go-round
Is ready and turning. The set is painted and the cameras rolling.
Who will get on? Over the water in an octagon room
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the whistles are blowing.
Up in the castle the fiddles are tuning. And the fifes and the drums.
Who will come courting the thin daughter sullen as the moon?
Eire waits for the young men. As each one approaches
A red carnation unfurls on his breast.
She plucks it to set off her green wedding dress.
In her heart are the words of a horsewoman's curse
But `There's no business like show-business' she sings, in Irish.