DAYS GONE BY, Page #0335
Ducks in the river going to ford,
Coffee in a little rag ; sugar in the gourd.
Swing 'em early, swing 'em late ;
Swing 'em round Mr. Meadow's gate.
Ladies to the center, how do you do;
Right hands cross, and how are you!
Two little ladies, do si do,
Two little gents you orter know.
Swing six when you all get fixed,
Do si, ladies like picking up sticks.
Chicken in the bread tray kicking up dough ;
"Granny, will your dog bite?" "No, No, by Joe."
Swing corners all,
Now your pardners and promenade the hall.
You swing me, and I'll swing you;
All go to heaven in the same old shoe.
Same old road, same old boy,
Dance six weeks in Arkansaw.
Walk the huckleberry shuffle and Chinese' cling.
Elbow twist and double L swing.
By Hiram G. Craig of Brenham
It was in the year of 1850 that my father and mother, John and Caroline Craig,
decided to make their home in that great state of the future— Texas.
Suiting the words with action, they hitched up their two bay (baldfaced) mares
to the wagon, taking such belongings as