ut upon the floor--
Line up there, you critters! Steady!
Lively, now! One couple more.
Shorty, shed that ol' sombrero;
Broncho, douse that cigaret;
Stop yer cussin', Casimero,
'Fore the ladies. Now, all set:

S'lute yer ladies, all together;
Ladies opposite the same;
Hit the lumber with yer leather;
Balance all an' swing yer dame;
Bunch the heifers in the middle;
Circle stags an' do-ce-do;
Keep a-steppin' to the fiddle;
Swing 'em 'round an' off you go.

First four forward. Back to places.
Second foller. Shuffle back--
Now you've got it down to cases--
Swing 'em till their trotters crack.
Gents all right a-heel an' toein';
Swing 'em--kiss 'em if yo' kin--
On to next an' keep a-goin'
Till yo' hit yer pards agin.

Gents to center. Ladies 'round 'em;
Form a basket; balance all;
Swing yer sweets to where yo' found 'em;
All p'mnade around the hall.
Balance to yer pards an' trot 'em
'Round the circle double quick;
Grab an' squeeze 'em while you've got 'em--
Hold 'em to it if they kick.

Ladies, left hand to yer sonnies;
Alaman; grand right an' left;
Balance all an' swing yer honies--
Pick 'em up an' feel their heft.
All p'mnade like skeery cattle;
Balance all an' swing yer sweets;
Shake yer spurs an' make 'em rattle--
Keno! Promenade to seats.
_James Barton Adams._

THE COWBOYS' BALL

_YIP! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin' up the fiddle_;
You an' take yo'r pardner there, standin' by the wall!
_Say "How!" make a bow, and sashay down the middle_;
Shake yo'r leg lively at the Cowboys' Ball.

Big feet, little feet, all the feet a-clickin';
Everybody happy an' the goose a-hangin' high;
Lope, trot, hit the spot, like a colt a-kickin';
Keep a-stompin' leather while you got one eye.

Yah! Hoo! Larry! would you watch his wings a-floppin'
Jumpin' like a chicken that's a-lookin' for its head;
Hi! Yip! Never slip, and never think of stoppin',
Just keep yo'r feet a-movin' till we all drop dead!

High heels, low heels, moccasins and slippers;
Real old rally round the dipper and the keg!
Uncle Ed's gettin' red--had too many dippers;
Better get him hobbled or he'll break his leg!

_Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin' up the fiddle_;
Pass him up anot