With cowboys thar in highheeled boots, A kickin' up, my law ! While that old fiddle played, I think, 'Twas "Turkey in th' straw."
That old square dance we used t' see— With fiddle er guitar, Accordeum an' tambourine, While folks f rum near an' far Cum driftin' in fur miles around, Th' tops of all th' herds, All laughin', happy, bright an' gay An' full o' pleasant words.
The glow of health, an' pride of strength, That grace which nature gives, Unto them rugged boys an' ghels Who clost to Nature lives, Wuz somthin' grand to look upon When tha cum on th' floor— An' danced th' graceful minuet Which all seemed to adore.
The old square dance of Airley Days Wuz unsuggestive, Bill, Thar wuz no vulgar stunts pulled off— But, like the laughin' rill, Which flows through pleasaint shady dells, An' sparkles in th' sun, Mid innercence an' purity, Tha danced each merry run.
Bill, sumtimes, when I shet my eyes, It all comes back onc't more. I see ole "Uncle Jimmie" Jones A comin' thru th' door.