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Supper table’s cl’ared away; pap he gits his fiddle;
(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)
Ev’rybody dances—up and down de middle.
(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)
When de reel am finished, den pappy plays a break-down;
Rufe he double-shuffles till you’d fink de roof would shake-down;
Then we pass de cider jug, and mammy brings the cake roun’.
(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)