Tried to dos-a-dosby you, dear,

And, instead, waltzed on your toes.

Recollect? I stopped the fiddler,

And I stopped that stomping crowd,

Using language that was decent,

But was mighty clear and loud:

"Now, you fellers from the Sand Hills,

Fight me, or if you refuse

You don't dance with me and Nancy

While a one of you wears shoes!"

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Yes, they took them off, Miss Nancy,

In respect for you and me,

Putting all on equal footing,

Just the way it ought to be.

And we went through all the figures

That we knew in that quadrille,

But it didn't seem like dancin',

Steppin' round so awful still.

Fiddler, even, did his calling

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