In a sort of quiet hush--

"Swing your pardners," "Back to places,"

"Sounds to me like paddlin' mush."

"Man in center," "Circle round him,"

"All join hands," and "'Way you go,"

"Wait fur Betsy, she's in trouble,

With a splinter in her toe."

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When I took you home, towards morning,

Such a night I never saw.

How the Kansas wind was blowing!

Swift and keen and kind o' raw.

Blew more furious every minute,

Blew a hole clear through the skies;

Blew so loud, like demons hissing,

That the moon was 'fraid to rise.

Got so fierce it blew the stars out,

Saw them flicker, then go dead,

While the blackness, mad and murky,

Rolled in thunder overhead.

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