To cut some capers in the old red barn.
We have a drum and a jew’s harp, too,
Jim Moss plays on the tin bazoo;
And a fiddler over from Sugar Creek,—
Pick ’em up Silas and lay ’em down deep.
Oh, we’ll dance all night to the latest tune,
The Maiden’s Prayer or the old Hip Croon;
We’ll walk the dog and ball the jack,
And promenade around the old hay stack.
The horses nicker and the roosters crow,