ECHOES OF CHILDHOOD
(A Folk-Medley)
Uncle Jim
Old Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole,
But he could fiddle Virginia Reels,
Till you felt the sap run out of your heels,
Till you knew the devil had got your soul—
Down the middle and swing yo’ partners,
Up agin and salute her low,
Shake yo’ foot an’ keep a-goin’,