Now then— reverse men— try yer hand, Corral 'em in th' trap ; Then swaller fork, an' do-ce-do, Uncinch that broken strap—
"Walk th' huckleberry shuffle— Do th' Chinese cling— Long Simpson, lead th' trail herd, An' git 'em in a ring— Gents purr round yer purty pussies. Now rope 'em— balance all, Some dance 'clogs' an' sum dance th' 'Tucker'— Ride in an' top th' hall.
"All hands up, an' circle around, Don't let th' herd stampede. Corral 'em on th' open ground Then drift 'em in t' feed. Do-ce, ladies Salute your gents. Lock horns —now —arm in arm — Start up th' trail —drift —two —two by two
— Refreshments have their charm."
'Twas thus we'd dance th' night away — In those old days of yore — Sumtimes we'd set a number out An' then, our minds 'ud soar Away out in th' realms o' space — Whar smilin' cupids dwell ; Er sumtimes wander near th' brook Down in th' moonlight dell.
Then as we wandered, hand in hand — Sumtimes our eyes 'ud meet — We'd feel a twich of th' heart Which was so awful sweet —