The Old Boys in the Dance

The Old Boys in the Dance.
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I

It sorter sets me thinkin’ that I’ve got another chance-
To see the old-time fellers goin’ roun’ yit, in the dance!
Ain’t a youngster that kin beat ’em!- when I hear the fiddle play,
An’ see ’em swing the old girls, I jest holler out “Hooray ay !”

II

I clean fergit I’m sixty-I want to jine the crowd
That’s movin’ to the music of them fiddles singin’ loud!
I want to be one actor in that halleluia show,
An’ swing once more the sweetheart that I danced with long ago!

III

To think I’m still a youngster in the reel-roun’ with the girls-
Fergit the gray hair glimmerin’, feel the kiss of golden curls!
Then I’m dancin’ down my troubles – then I’m laughin’ em away,
An’ old December’s singin’ of a love song to the May!

IV

Oh, thar’s life still in the old boys! – jest tune the fiddle right,
An’ they’ll all stay by the music till the pale stars say “Good-night,”
An’ the big Sun says “Good-mornin’!”-Oh, it’s then I want a chance
To swing the old-time sweethearts, with the old boys, in the dance!
-Frank L. Stanton.