Then give us the dances of days long gone by,
With plenty of clothes and steps not so high.
Take away turkey-trot, capers, and butter-milk glide
The hurdy-gurdy twist, and wiggle-tail slide.
Then let us feast our tired optics once more
On a genuine woman as sweet as of yore.
Yes time, please turn back and grant our request,
For God’s richest blessing, but not one undressed.
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