We’ll drink the wine till the cup is dry, And kiss the girls so they’ll not cry, And toss the dice until we fly, To dance with Jack of the shadows. We’ll dance all night until the moon runs free, And dandle the lasses upon our knee, And then you’ll ride along with me, To dance with Jack of the shadows. We’ll sing all night and drink all day, And on the girls we’ll spend our pay, And when it’s gone, then we’ll away, To dance with Jack of the shadows. There’s some delight in ale and wine, And some in girls with ankles fine, But my delight, yes, always mine, Is to dance with Jack of the shadows. —Robert Jordan