My Get Up And Go The Weavers; Pete Seeger 1961 | (Riverboat 1327) Tim Tyl |
OPENER Basic - SSD Week 4
Sides face, grand square
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
I open the paper and I read the obits
And if my name ain't there, then I know I ain't dead
So I cover up my head and go back to bed
Allemande left and weave the ring
You ask how do I know, that my youth is all spent
I know because my get up and go has got up and went
But in spite of it all, I'm still able to grin
When I think of the places my get up and go has got up and been
FIGURE Basic - SSD Week 12, corner progression
Four ladies chain, across the ring go
Heads promenade, halfway around you know
Heads square thru four hands, in the middle of the land
To the corner girl touch 1/4, split circulate
Boys run, reverse flutter wheel
Keep that girl, all step out and promenade the world
How do I know, that my youth is all spent
I know because my get up and go has got up and went
MIDDLE BREAK Basic - SSD Week 4
Sides face, grand square
Old age is golden, that's what I've heard said
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
'Cause my ears is in a drawer, and my teeth is in a cup
And my eyes is on the table until I wake up
Four boys promenade, get up and go 'round the world
Back home, star thru, California twirl and promenade your girl
Then as I drift off to sleep, I think to myself
Is there anything else of me, that I should put on the shelf?
FIGURE Mainstream, corner progression
Four ladies chain, across the ring go
Heads promenade, halfway around you know
Heads square thru four hands in the middle of the land
To the corner girl touch 1/4, split circulate
Right hand single hinge, left hand ladies trade
Boys run right and all promenade
But in spite of it all, I'm still able to grin
When I think of the places my get up and go has got up and been
CLOSER Basic - SSD Week 1
When I was younger, my slippers was red
And I could kick up my heels, way up over my head
Then I got a little older, and my slippers was blue
But still I could dance the whole night through
Allemande left and weave the ring
But now I am old, and my slippers are black
I huff and puff to the store and I huff and puff all the way back
But don't you laugh at me, 'Cause I don't mind at all
I'd rather be huffin' and a puffin' than not be huffin' and puffin' at all