Lyrics:

Saturday night at the Adam Smith Hall
The couples all move to the dance master's call
Tonight they've no problems, no worries at all
The dancing, the dancing's tonight

And oh, Monday morning, she comes round too soon
The sound of the flaxmill, the beat of the loom
But tonight the band's playing a romantic tune
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight

Her partner is perfect, he's light on his feet
The footwork is faultless, perhaps they might meet
Up by the old Kirk or down Hunter Street
Walking home under the stars

And oh, Monday morning, she comes round too soon
The sound of the flaxmill, the beat of the loom
But tonight the band's playing a romantic tune
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight

Walking back late by Kirkcaldy's seawall
The sea looks so big, the sky is so tall
The fate of two people can't matter at all
Just a waltz in three-quarter time

And oh, Monday morning, she comes round too soon
The sound of the flaxmill, the beat of the loom
But tonight the band's playing a romantic tune
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight

Saturday night at the Adam Smith Hall
The couples all move to the dance master's call
Tonight they've no problems, no worries at all
The dancing, the dancing's tonight

And oh, Monday morning, she comes round too soon
The sound of the flaxmill, the beat of the loom
But tonight the band's playing a romantic tune
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight