American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 Some Danced The Lancers
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
SOME DANCED THE LANCERS.
Copyright, 1895, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written by Lester Barrett. Composed by Lester Thomas.
Every Christmas time we went to Uncle Ned's, on pleasure bent;
As sure as e'er the time came 'round, a jolly party would be found;
Eating cakes and drinking wine, all the ladies looked divine:
All the tables cleared away, and then the band commenced to play.
And some danced the lancers, and some the gay quadrille.
And others danced the polka, and danced it with a will, ra ra ra ra ra ra;
Uncle Ned was nearly dead, and Aunty lost her wig;
They got into a corner, and they danced an Irish jig.
Uncle was a good old sort, and very fond of good old port;
There's aunty, she was just the same, she always joined in every game;
"Hunt the slipper," "Blindman's Buff." they ne'er seem to have enough;
Dancing, singing, all the while, Justin the good old-fashioned style.- Cho.
Ev'ry guest must sing or play, or else a fine they'd have to pay:
And Uncle always made as roar when he sang out, "One polka more!"
Then on Aunty he would call, sing us, "Over the garden wall,"
Or "My Jane, my pretty Jane," and then the band commenced again.- Cho.
Time for parting, half-past four, but still the guests all wanted more:
"Just one more dance, And that's the last: "and then the glasses 'round were passed;
Uncle, smiling, all serene, started off, "God Save the Queen;"
Then we all went home to bed. And dreamed of Aunt and Uncle Ned.- Chorus.