The Ziegfeld Follies of 1914. At the ball, that's all;At the ball, that's all / words and music by J. Leubrie Hill
Hill, J. Leubrie (John Leubrie), d. 1916. “The Ziegfeld Follies of 1914. At the ball, that's all;At the ball, that's all / words and music by J. Leubrie Hill.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 5 May 2017, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/17209. Accessed 25 May 2020.
|Title||The Ziegfeld Follies of 1914. At the ball, that's all;At the ball, that's all / words and music by J. Leubrie Hill|
|Subject||Musicals -- Excerpts|
|Balls (Parties) -- Songs and music|
|Description||Song from the Ziegfeld Follies of 1914|
|For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Dance on p. 5|
|Back cover: Excerpt of When it's night time down in Burgundy|
|Creator||Hill, J. Leubrie (John Leubrie), d. 1916|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Lafayette Pub. Co.|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: Listen, listen, listen at that dreamy music playing;first line of chorus: Commence advancing, commence advancing; Ziegfeld Follies of 1914 (Musical)|
VERSE 01: Listen, listen, listen at that dreamy music playing?/ It's reminiscent listen what you're missing,/ That tune that keeps you swaying;/ My! but that music sounds so sweet/ I just can't keep still up on my feet,/ 'Cause ragtime music to me is a perfect treat:/ (Because it certainly can't be beat)/ When at a ball you are feeling kinder blue/ Listen, and I'll tell you what to do.
CHORUS: Commence advancing, commence advancing,/ Just start a-prancing, right and left a-glancing,/ A moochee dancing, slide and glide entrancing,/ Do the tango jiggle with a Texas Tommy wiggle,/ Take your partner and hold her,/ Lightly enfold her,/ A little bolder,/ Just work your shoulder, Snap your fingers one and all/ In the hall at the ball that's all
VERSE 02: Swaying, swaying, swaying right and left, each one a-reeling,/ The band's aplaying, swaying, all displaying/ That ragtime moochee feeling;/ Clouds of joy floating 'round the hall/ A reign of happiness seems to fall,/ It is so entrancing while dancing at a ragtime ball:/ (Because it makes a hit with all)/ When at a ball and you feel somewhat blue/ There's but one thing left for you to do.
|Original Format||1 score (5 p.) 35 cm|