It begins with any number of couples hand in hand, skipping around in a ring. €œSkip to My Lou†is a simple game of stealing partners. In many a frontier community, the bear hunters, Indian fighters, the rough keel-boat men and the wild cowboys could be seen dancing innocently with their gals, like so many children at a Sunday school picnic. It became an ideal amusement for teenagers and young married couples. In time, the play-party acquired a life of its own. No instruments were permitted – the dancers sang and clapped their own music. Faced with such a religious prejudice for socializing, young people of the frontier developed the “play-party,†in which all the objectionable features of a square dance were removed or masked so that their grave elders could approve. In early America, respectable folk in Protestant communities have always regarded the fiddle as the devil’s instrument and dancing as downright sinful. “You were docked for the time you were up in the sky.”Īuthor McGuinn Posted on SeptemNovemCategories Humor/games/children, Irish/british, Railroad Skip To My Lou When he asked, “What for?” came this reply She baked good bread and she baked it wellīut she baked it harder than the holes of …. The boss was a fine man down to the ground And drill, ye tarriers, drillįor it’s work all day for the sugar in you tayĪnd drill, ye tarriers, drill And bear down heavy on the cast iron drill.” The boss comes along and he says, “Keep still There were twenty tarriers drilling at the rock They made him into axeblades, to chop the Douglas fir.Īnd so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come,Īnd here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb.”Īuthor McGuinn Posted on NovemJanuCategories Humor/games/children, Love Drill Ye Tarriers They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir It froze clean through to China, it froze to the stars above Īt a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love. The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its level best Īt a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest. Going gaily homeward at forty-eight below. I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow, I could not speak to tell him he’d forgot his mackinaw. He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae. My lover came to see me upon one freezing day He’d just drive them in with a hammer and bite them off inside. He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide If you’d pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay My lover was a logger, there’s none like him today ‘Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb. “I see that you are a logger, and not just a common bum, As I sat down one evening within a small cafe,Ī forty year old waitress to me these words did say: The bears went over the mountain,Īuthor McGuinn Posted on NovemNovemCategories Humor/games/children All The Pretty Little Horses Now, his father was hung for sheep stealingĪuthor McGuinn Posted on NovemNovemCategories Humor/games/children, Irish/british The Squirrel With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an i-day With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an i-doe Oh, his name is Dick Darby, he’s a cobbler “To the devil with the keeper of the Eddystone Light”Ī porpoise and a porgy and the other was meĪuthor McGuinn Posted on JanuNovemCategories Humor/games/children, Seafaring The Cobbler Then the phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hair Tell me what has become of me children of three ?Īnd the other was served on a chafing dish One night, while I was trimming of the glimĪ voice from the starboard shouted, “Ahoy”Īnd there was me mother, a-sitting on the buoy Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone LightĪnd courted a mermaid one fine nightĪ porpoise and a porgy and the other was me
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