When I used to draw the bow,

At the old log cabin hearthstone all aglow,

Oh! the fiddle laughed and sung,

And the puncheons fairly rung,

With the clatter of the shoe soles long ago.

Oh! the merry swings and whirls

Of the happy boys and girls,

In the good old time cotillion long ago!

Oh! they danced the highland fling,

And they cut the pigeon wing,