At a Cowboy Dance

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At a Cowboy Dance

Git yo’ little sagehens ready;

Trot ’em out upon the floor⁠—

Line up there, you critters! Steady!

Lively, now! One couple more.

Shorty, shed that ol’ sombrero;

Broncho, douse that cigaret;

Stop yer cussin’, Casimero,

’Fore the ladies. Now, all set:

S’lute yer ladies, all together;

Ladies opposite the same;

Hit the lumber with yer leather;

Balance all an’ swing yer dame;

Bunch the heifers in the middle;

Circle stags an’ do‑ce‑do;

Keep a-steppin’ to the fiddle;

Swing ’em ’round an’ off you go.

First four forward. Back to places.

Second foller. Shuffle back⁠—

Now you’ve got it down to cases⁠—

Swing ’em till their trotters crack.

Gents all right a-heel an’ toein’;

Swing ’em⁠—kiss ’em if yo’ kin⁠—

On to next an’ keep a-goin’

Till yo’ hit yer pards agin.

Gents to center. Ladies ’round ’em;

Form a basket; balance all;

Swing yer sweets to where yo’ found ’em;

All p’mnade around the hall.

Balance to yer pards an’ trot ’em

’Round the circle double quick;

Grab an’ squeeze ’em while you’ve got ’em⁠—

Hold ’em to it if they kick.

Ladies, left hand to yer sonnies;

Alaman; grand right an’ left;

Balance all an’ swing yer honies⁠—

Pick ’em up an’ feel their heft.

All p’mnade like skeery cattle;

Balance all an’ swing yer sweets;

Shake yer spurs an’ make ’em rattle⁠—

Keno! Promenade to seats.