around!”
Warn’t half of the girls that could stay on the
ground.
For-rud and back! Wo’ haw, there, to Ella.
Wo’ buck inter line and balance to Grace.
Grab holt o’ hands, there, and swing by yer
feller,
Clek—clek, gid-dap-along, git inter place.
And the dust would rise and the lamps would
shake