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Was't a wonder that we shrunk, apprehensive 'mid the laughter,
When our straight-browed father rushed in—havin' followed slyly after?
Any wonder if the father, when he felt the animation
From the heads and hearts and heels of that risin' generation,
When he saw them cleanly dancin' till the timbers seemed to totter,
Recollected youthful pastimes, when his blood was somewhat hotter?
'Special'y when a fair-faced girl, with a red head like a beacon,
Pranced up softly to him, saying, “Dance a hornpipe with me, Deacon?”
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Any wonder if the father, when he felt the animation
From the heads and hearts and heels of that risin' generation,
When he saw them cleanly dancin' till the timbers seemed to totter,
Recollected youthful pastimes, when his blood was somewhat hotter?
'Special'y when a fair-faced girl, with a red head like a beacon,
Pranced up softly to him, saying, “Dance a hornpipe with me, Deacon?”
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