5

When we pulled up at old Collins',
Quite a bunch was there before,
You could hear the fiddler calling,
And the scraping on the floor.
Through the dingy sodhouse window
Gleamed a sickly yellow light,
Where I helped you from the wagon,
Holding you so loving tight.
Then they called out, "Choose your pardners,
Numbers five, six, seven, and eight,"
And we hustled up to join in,
For we knew that we were late.
After starting up the music
Something happened--you know what--
All because I loved you, Nancy,
And their manners made me hot.


6

I just glanced around the circle,
When we came to "Balance, all;"
To that mess of cowhide-covered
Feet that stomped at every call.
Sure enough, the thing I looked for
Come to pass when Aleck Rose