Sides face, grand square
* She was born in Dakota
* Where she froze to death each winter
* But she dreamed about the islands
* By the fire burning splendor
Allemande left and weave
Almost paradise
Swing and promenade
It was almost Jamaica
It was almost real nice

Heads square thru go four now
With the corner dosado
Swing thru and then boy run
Bend the line do the right & left thru
Flutter wheel straight across now
Slide thru and corner swing, promenade
It was almost Jamaica
Almost real nice