There the dancers had come on the ev’ning before
In their high-seated wagon—a full score or more,
With fiddlers and one they called “Oracle,” who
Was a modern Sebastian Cerezo, and knew
(About dancing and things) more than any one ’round
In the house or the barn on the acre of ground.
’Twas at the great bend near the town of Dinwiddie
On the banks of the river Ohio, and giddy,
The gay, dizzy dance, like a far-away echo,
Seems laughing to me of a time long ago,