David Robbins: How I learned to stop worrying and love the North-West
'Tops only!" cried the caller. "Now sides cross." Pause. "And. . . (another pause) . . . Swing! Swing!"
She put something into that word which conveyed the thrill and abandon of swinging your partner in Irish dancing.
Some held their lady by the hand and elbow; others grabbed her under that peculiarly Irish body part: the oxter.