And some were dancing to the Irish pipes.

And there was a knot around the Indian conjurer.
But there was one man by himself at a table.

And him being so silent, you'd think he was shouting for attention.

He was so restful against the great commotion, you'd know he was a great man.

You might turn your back on him, and you'd know he was there, though he never even whispered nor put out a finger.