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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FEARS IN SOLITUDE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN |