The Cowboys’ Ball

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The Cowboys’ Ball

Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin’ up the fiddle;

You an’ take yo’r pardner there, standin’ by the wall!

Say “How!” make a bow, and sashay down the middle;

Shake yo’r leg lively at the Cowboys’ Ball.

Big feet, little feet, all the feet a-clickin’;

Everybody happy an’ the goose a-hangin’ high;

Lope, trot, hit the spot, like a colt a-kickin’;

Keep a-stompin’ leather while you got one eye.

Yah! Hoo! Larry! would you watch his wings a-floppin’

Jumpin’ like a chicken that’s a-lookin’ for its head;

Hi! Yip! Never slip, and never think of stoppin’,

Just keep yo’r feet a-movin’ till we all drop dead!

High heels, low heels, moccasins and slippers;

Real old rally round the dipper and the keg!

Uncle Ed’s gettin’ red⁠—had too many dippers;

Better get him hobbled or he’ll break his leg!

Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin’ up the fiddle;

Pass him up another for his arm is gettin’ slow.

Bow down! right in town⁠—and sashay down the middle;

Got to keep a-movin’ for to see the show!

Yes, mam! Warm, mam? Want to rest a minute?

Like to get a breath of air lookin’ at the stars?

All right! Fine night⁠—Dance? There’s nothin’ in it!

That’s my pony there, peekin’ through the bars.

Bronc, mam? No, mam! Gentle as a kitten!

Here, boy! Shake a hand! Now, mam, you can see;

Night’s cool. What a fool to dance, instead of sittin’

Like a gent and lady, same as you and me.

Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin’ up the fiddle;

Well, them as likes the exercise sure can have it all!

Right wing, lady swings, and sashay down the middle⁠ ⁠…

But this beats dancin’ at the Cowboys’ Ball.