And bend the knee in courtesy
To sweethearts and your lovers true;
Next two, with lilting gayety,
The center glide away; now you
May nimbly trip back to your place,
And balance all—the even time
Will bring you once more face to face
To listen to my “old-time” reeling rhyme.
Come hither, pretty maid and swain,
It is your turn; tiptoe with grace