We skipped a light fandango,nTurned cartwheels 'cross the floor.nI was feeling kind of seasick,nBut the crowd called out for more.nThe room was humming harder,nAs the ceiling flew away.nWhen we called out for another drink,nThe waiter brought a tray.nnAnd so it was that later,nAs the miller told his tale,nThat her face at first just ghostly,nTurned a whiter shade of pale.nnShe said there is no reason,nAnd the truth is plain to seenThat I wandered through my playing cards,nAnd would not let her benOne of sixteen vestal virginsnWho were leaving for the coast.nAnd although my eyes were open,nThey might just as well have been closed.nnAnd so it was later,nAs the miller told his tale,nThat her face at first just ghostly,nTurned a whiter shade of pale.