Old Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole,
But he could fiddle Virginia Reels,
Till you felt the sap run out of your heels,
Till you knew the devil had got your soul—
_Down the middle and swing yo’ partners,
Up agin and salute her low,
Shake yo’ foot an’ keep a-goin’,
Down the middle an’ do-se-do!_
_Mind yo’ manners an’ doan git keerless,
Swing yo’ lady and bow full low,
S’lute yo’ partner an’ turn yo’ neighbor,
Gran’-right-an’-left, and aroun’ you go!_
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