--> Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,
--> Striking a tomb with his heel,
--> Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
--> Zig, zig, zag, on his violin.
--> The winter wind blows, and the night is dark;
--> Moans are heard in the linden trees.
--> White skeletons pass through the gloom,
--> Running and leaping in their shrouds.
--> Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking,
--> You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers.
--> A lustful couple sits on the moss
--> So as to taste long lost delights.
--> Zig zig, zig, Death continues
--> The unending scraping on his instrument.
--> A veil has fallen! The dancer is naked.
--> Her partner grasps her amorously.
--> The lady, it's said, is a marchioness or baroness
--> And her green gallant, a poor cartwright.
--> Horror! Look how she gives herself to him,
--> Like the rustic was a baron.
--> Zig, zig, zig. What a saraband!
--> They all hold hands and dance in circles.
--> Zig, zig, zag. You can see in the crowd
--> The king dancing among the peasants.
--> But hist! All of a sudden, they leave the dance,
--> They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.
--> Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world!
--> Long live death and equality!
-->--''Danse Macabre'' by Henri Cazalis

--> One night, stormy and full of thunder,
--> You hear a rumbling from the grave
--> When suddenly the ground is torn asunder
--> And the dead begin to wave.

--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!
--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!

--> They rise up from the world down under
--> And you stop and stare as in a trance
--> You eyes grow big as with wonder
--> As all of them begin to dance.

--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!
--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!

--> They mambo, tango, shimmy and shake
--> They do the foxtrot, quickstep, jive
--> Twirling around at their own wake
--> Dancing, staying not alive.

--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!
--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!

-->--''[[NotUsingTheZedWord Zed Word]] Jamboree'', "Night of the Dancing Dead":

--> Carpals, tarsals, vertebrae, that's us clicking on parade
--> I move without any muscles, my skull's a cavernous hall
--> Tendons are made for pulling, my friend, I don't need them at all!
-->--''Skeletons on Parade'', '''Ludo'''

-->'' And whosoever shall be found''
-->''Without the soul for getting down''
-->''Must stand and face the hounds of hell''
-->''And rot inside a corpse's shell''
-->--{{Thriller}}

-->'''Miss Flitworth:''' I take it you do dance, [[TheGrimReaper Mr. Bill Door]]?\\
'''Mr. Bill Door:''' [[foldercontrol]]

[[folder: Famed for it, Miss Flitworth. ]]

-->-- ''Discworld/ReaperMan''

-->''And they were singing''
-->''Back to back, ghoul, belly to belly''
-->''Well, I don't give a damn 'cause I'm stone dead already''
-->''Back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly''
-->''It's a zombie jamboree''
-->-- "Zombie Jamboree", Rockapella cover

-->As the sob of the breeze
-->Sweeps over the trees
-->And the mists lie low on the fen
-->From grey tomb-stones
-->Are gathered the bones
-->That once were women and men
-->And away they go
-->With a mop and a mow
-->To the revel that ends too soon
-->For cockcrow limits our holiday
-->The dead of the night’s high noon!

-->''Ha! ha!''
-->''Then is the ghosts’ high noon!''

--> -- "When the Night Wind Howls" from '''Theatre/{{Ruddigore}}''', ''Creator/GilbertAndSullivan''

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