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___________American Ballads and Folk Songs
Now, you boys have heard the story of Roy Bean in all his glory j He's the man who was the justice and the law, He was handy with his hooks, and he was ornery in his looks, And just now I ain't gonna tell you any more.
AN IDAHO COWBOY DANCE*
Git yo' little sage hens ready, trot 'em out upon the floor; Line up there, you cusses; steady, lively now, one couple more. Shorty, shed that old sombrero 5 Bronco, douse that cigarette} Stop that cussin', Casimero, 'fore the ladies. Now all set!
S'lute your ladies all together, ladies opposite the same;
Hit the lumber with your leathers, balance all an' swing your dame.
Bunch the heifers to the middle, circle stags and do-se-do;
Pay attention to the fiddle, swing her round and off you go!
First four forward, back to your places j second follow, shuffle back; Now you've got it down to cases, swing 'em till your trotters crack. Gents all right, a-heel-and-toeing. Swing 'em, kiss 'em if you kin; On to ncsA and keep a-goin' till you hit your pards again!
Gents to center, ladies round 'em; form a circle, balance all. Whirl your gals to where you found 'em, promenade around the hall. Balance to your pards and trot 'em round the circle double quick, Grab and kiss 'em while you've got 'em, hold 'em to it if they kick!
Ladies, left hand to your sonnies, alamain, grand right and left; Balance all and swing your honeys, pick 'em up and feel their heft. Promenade like skeery cattle, balance all and swing your sweets; Shake yer spurs and make 'em rattle. Kino! Promenade to seats!
* Old Dad's Scrap Book, clipping.