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Kirk + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Norsk Nightingale + Being the Lyrics of a "Lumberyack" + +Author: William F. Kirk + + +Release Date: September, 2005 [EBook #8953] +This file was first posted on August 29, 2003 +Last Updated: May 10, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE *** + + + + +Text file produced by Juliet Sutherland and the Distributed Proofreaders + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE + </h1> + <h2> + Being the Lyrics of a "Lumberyack" + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By William F. Kirk + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h3> + 1905 + </h3> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PREFACE + </h2> + <p> + It is with a certain amount of misgiving that the author sends out this + little volume of Scandinavian dialect verses. To the residents of Northern + Wisconsin and Minnesota, where the "lumberyack" lives and thrives, the + dialect will seem familiar enough; but to other readers such terms as + "skol" (shall or will), "ban" (been), "panga" (money), "sum" (than or as), + may convey little or no meaning. + </p> + <p> + But, if the Scandinavian dialect verses are not widely popular, they are + at least comparatively fresh and original; and to those readers who can + readily grasp the patois, as well as to those who are compelled to + struggle painfully through its labyrinths, this volume is respectfully + dedicated. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> <b>HIS LYRICS</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> "YIM" </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> TILLIE OLSON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE "LUMBERYACK" </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> LITTLE STEENA YOHNSON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> OLAF </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> "YENNIE DEAR" </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> "PEEK-A-BOO" </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> SONNET ON STEWED PRUNES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> A GOOD FELLOW </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> "IT'S UP TO YOU" </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> <b>HIS HISTORICAL TALES</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> WILLIAM TELL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> ROBINSON CRUSOE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> GEORGE WASHINGTON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> PAUL REVERE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> WATERLOO </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> BARBARA FRIETCHIE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> SHERIDAN'S RIDE </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> <b>HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> SPEAK GENTLY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> THE BAREFOOT BOY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> FATHER WILLIAM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> ABOU SWEN ANSON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> MAUD MULLER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> LUCY GRAY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> STEALING A RIDE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> "CURFEW SHALL NOT RING TO-NIGHT" </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> A PSALM OF LIFE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> ANNIE LAURIE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0034"> THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0035"> EXCELSIOR </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0036"> MORTALITY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0037"> THE DAY IS DONE </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + HIS LYRICS + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + "YIM" + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dar ban a little faller, + Ay tenk his name ban Yim, +And nearly every morning + Ay used to seeing him. +He used to stand in gatevay, + And call me Svede, and ay +Ant lak to hear dis nickname: + Ay ban a Norsk, yu say. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +But he ban little faller, + Ay tenk 'bout sax years old, +And so ay used to lak him— + He ban too small to scold. +Ay used to say, "Val, Yimmie, + Ay ant ban Svede, but yu +Can call me Svede,—ay lak yu + And ant care vat yu du." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +By Yeorge! Ay'm glad, ay tal yu, + Dat ay ban gude to him, +Because one venter morning + Ay ant see little Yim. +And next day funeral vagon + Com driving op to door, +And Yim, poor little faller, + Can't call me Svede no more! +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + TILLIE OLSON + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Little Tillie Olson + Ban my little pearl; +God ant never making + Any nicer girl. +Dis har Qveen of Sheba, + She ban nice to see; +But little Tillie Olson + Ban gude enuff for me. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay ban yust a svamper + Vorking op in voods; +Ay ant ever having + Much of dis vorld's goods. +Ay know lots of ladies + Var ay used to be, +But little Tillie Olson + Ban gude enuff for me. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Over in Chicago + 'Bout sax veeks ago, +Torger Yohnson tak me + Out to see nice show. +Chorus girls ban dancing + Purty fine, by yee; +But little Tillie Olson + Ban gude enuff for me. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ven ve sit by fireplace + Op at Tillie's house, +She ban cuddling near me, + Yust lak little mouse. +After ve ban married, + Happy ve skol be. +Yas, little Tillie Olson + Ban gude enuff for me. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE "LUMBERYACK" + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Roll out!" yell cookee +"It ban morning," say he, + "It ban daylight in svamps, all yu guys!" +So out of varm bunk +Ve skol falling kerplunk, + And rubbing lak blazes our eyes. +Breakfast, den hustle; dinner, den yump! +Lumberyack faller ban yolly big chump. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Eat qvick!" say the cook. +"Oder fallers skol look + For chance to get grub yust lak yu!" +So under our yeans +Ve pack planty beans, + And Yim dandy buckvheat cakes, tu. +Den out on the skidvay, vorking lak mule. +Lumberyack faller ban yolly big fule. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Vatch out!" foreman say. +Den tree fall yure vay, + And missing yure head 'bout an inch. +Ef timber ban green, +Ve skol rub kerosene + On places var coss cut skol pinch. +Sawing and chopping, freeze and den sveat. +Lumberyack faller ban yackass, yu bet. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ven long com the spring, +Ve drenk and we sing; + And calling town faller gude frend, +He help us to blow +Our whole venter's dough, + But ant got no panga to lend. +Drenk and headache, headache and drenk. +Lumberyack faller ban sucker, ay tenk. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + LITTLE STEENA YOHNSON + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay ban tenking lots of yu, + Little Steena Yohnson, +Ay ban sure yu love me true, + Little Steena Yohnson. +Oder geezers lak to play +In yure yard, but yu skol say, +"Ay don't lak yu fallers, nay!" + Little Steena Yohnson. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Some day yu skol be my vife, + Little Steena Yohnson: +Ay ban glad, yu bet yure life, + Little Steena Yohnson. +Ay ban vork lak nigger, tu, +Yumping 'round vith treshing crew; +Ay skol building home for yu, + Little Steena Yohnson. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Maybe ve skol saving dough, + Little Steena Yohnson; +Back to Norvay ve skol go, + Little Steena Yohnson— +Back var dis har midnight sun +Shining lak a son of a gun; +Ant yu tenk dis har ban fun, + Little Steena Yohnson? +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + OLAF + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yust two years ago last venter + Ay meet Olaf op in camp; +Ve ban lumberyacks togedder. + Every morning we skol tramp +'Bout sax miles yust after breakfast + Till we come to big pine-trees; +Den our straw boss he skol make us + Vork lak little busy bees. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Olaf, he ban yolly faller, + He skol taling yoke all day; +Sometimes he sing dis har ragtime, + Yust to passing time avay. +And at night, ven we ban smoking + After supper, he skol make +All us lumberyacks to laughing + Till our belts skol nearly break. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Me and Olaf bunked together, + And sometimes he taling me +'Bout his vife and little Torger, + Who ban living cross big sea. +"Ay ban saving dough," say Olaf; + "And next summer, ef ay can, +Ay skol send for vife and baby; + Den ay ban a happy man!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +One night Olaf getting letter + Ven we coming back to camp; +He yust tal me, "Little Torger," + And his eyes ban gude and damp. +Dis ban how ay know vy Olaf + Never taling no more yoke,— +Vy he yust sit down at night-time, + Close by me, var he skol smoke. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + "YENNIE DEAR" + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Vy yu mak my heart to yump, + Yennie dear? +Ay ban yust a fulish chump, + Yennie dear. +Yu ban sveet lak summer rose, +Lak a qveen from head to toes. +Ay ant fit for you, ay s'pose, + Yennie dear. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yu ban gude the whole day long, + Yennie dear; +Yu ant never du no wrong, + Yennie dear. +Ay ban tuff old lumberyack, +Taking drenk yust ven ay lak, +Getting slugged and slugging back, + Yennie dear. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +But ven ay ban tenk of yu, + Yennie dear, +Ay ban all made over new, + Yennie dear, +Ef ay have yu at my side, +Ef yu ban my little bride, +Ay skol let dese fallers slide, + Yennie dear. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Oh, ay need yu in my life, + Yennie dear; +Ef ay have an anyel vife, + Yennie dear, +Maybe ay can learn to be +Part lak anyel, tu, yu see; +But it ban big yob for me, + Yennie dear. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + "PEEK-A-BOO" + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Peek-a-boo!" say little Olaf. + "Yu can't find me. Ay ban hid." +Den ay used to look all over + For my little blue-eyed kid. +Op in attic, down in cellar, + Back of chairs on parlor floor; +Den he used to laugh, and tal me, + "Ay ban back of kitchen door." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Peek-a-boo!" he used to tal me. + "Shut yure eyes, and don't you peek!" +Den ay feel his arms around me + And his kisses on my cheek. +"Now ay'm hiding, dad," he tal me! + "Maybe, ef you look some more, +Yu skol find yure little Olaf— + Ay ban back of kitchen door." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Peek-a-boo!" ay hear him calling, + Lak he called long time ago. +Var ban little Olaf hiding? + Maybe anyel fallers know. +Tousand times ay look to find him + Hiding back of kitchen door, +But ay only see some shadows: + Ay can't find him any more. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + SONNET ON STEWED PRUNES + </h2> + <p> + Ay ant lak pie-plant pie so wery vell; Ven ay skol eat ice-cream, my yaws + du ache; Ay ant much stuck on dis har yohnnie-cake Or crackers yust so dry + sum peanut shell. And ven ay eat dried apples, ay skol svell Until ay tenk + my belt skol nearly break; And dis har breakfast food, ay tenk, ban fake: + Yim Dumps ban boosting it, so it skol sell. But ay tal yu, ef yu vant + someteng fine, Someteng so sveet lak wery sveetest honey, Vith yuice dat + taste about lak nice port vine, Only it ant cost hardly any money,— + Ef yu vant someteng yust lak anyel fude, Yu try stewed prunes. By yiminy! + dey ban gude. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A GOOD FELLOW + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dey tal me ay ban a gude faller. + Ay guess dey ban right; but, yee whiz! +Ef yu ever ban a gude faller, + Yu know 'bout how costly it is. +Ay vork op in voods since Nowember, + And ban op on drive all the spring, +And den ay com down har in city + And vatch all my riches tak ving. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Oh, yes, ay ban yolly gude faller,— + All venter ay eat pork and beans; +Ay only ban har since last Monday, + Now ay ant got cent in my yeans. +Dese geezers dat call me "Old Stocking," + And pat me lak hal on the back, +Skol give me gude snub 'bout to-morrow, + And calling me "slob lumberyack!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay meet bunch of fallers last Monday, + Yust after ay cashing my check; +Ay s'pose dat ay have it all coming. + Val, ay getting it gude, right in neck. +Ay meet little blonde, her name's Yulia, + Ay tenk dis har Yulia ban Yew; +She touch me for 'bout saxty dollars, + And little gold watch ay have, tu. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +But Yulia she call me gude faller, + Ay s'pose she tenk dat vill help some; +And all of dem call me gude faller, + And helping to put me on bum. +Val, back to the pines, Maester Olaf, + And driving yure old team of mules. +Put dis in yure pipe, tu, and smoke it: + Gude fallers ban mostly dam fules. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + "IT'S UP TO YOU" + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay s'pose yu tenk life ban hard game. + Ay guess yu lak to qvit, perhaps. +Ay hear yu say, "It ban a shame + To see so many lucky chaps." + Yu say, "Dese guys ban mostly yaps: +Ay vish ay had some money, tu, + And not get all dese gude hard raps." +Val, Maester, it ban op to yu. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Sometimes ay s'pose yu vork long hours, + And ant get wery fancy pay; +Den yu can't buying stacks of flowers + And feed yure girl in gude café, + And drenk yin rickies and frappé. +Oh, yes! dis mak yu purty blue. + Yu lak to have more fun, yu say? +Val, Maester, it ban op to yu. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dis vorld ant got much room to spare + For men vich make dis hard-luck cry,— +'Bout von square foot vile dey ban har, + And six feet after dey skol die. + Time "fugit,"—high-school vord for "fly"; +And purty sune yure chance ban tru. + So, ef yu lak to stack chips high, +Val, Maester, it ban op to yu. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + HIS HISTORICAL TALES + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Horatius ban brave yentleman, + Who vatch big bridge at night: +It ban gude many years ago, + Ay ant got date yust right. +Dar ban some foxy geezers + Who march avay from home, +And tenk they having qvite gude chance + To raise some hal in Rome. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Lars Porsena ban starting it,— + Ay tenk Lars ban a Svede; +He raise 'bout tousand soldiers, + And put himself in lead. +Then he began tu marching, + And all his frends march, tu, +Till they skol come almost to Rome, + Var dey skol rest a few. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Then op spake Maester Horatius, + Captain of dis har gate: +"To every yackass on dis earth + Death coming sune or late. +So how can ay die better + Than vatching bridge, yu say? +Now who skol standing on my front + And vatching bridge vith me?" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Then Maester Laertus Larson, + A scrapper fine ban he, +Say, "Ay skol standing on yure back, + But not on front, by yee!" +And old Herminius Hermanson— + He ban gude fighter, tu, + Say, "Ay skol taking little smash + At dese har Svedes vith yu!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +So ven dis Maester Porsena + Ban come to big bridge gate, +He sees three husky lumberyacks, + And know he come tu late. +But Lars, he ant ban qvitter, + He send 'bout saxteen men +To taking bridge,—by yiminy, + Dey ant come back again! +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +While old Horatius and his frends + Ban vatching bridge so gude, +Some aldermen on oder shore + Ban sawing planty vood. +Ay tal yu, ven dese boodlers + Ban start to tear tengs down, +Dar ant no better vorkers + Novere in whole dam town. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +So ven dis bridge start falling, + Horatius' frends yump back; +And he skol stand alone dar— + He ban brave lumberyack. +Then he yump into Tiber, + And say, "Ay skol svim home!" +Dis har ban how Horatius + Skol turn gude trick for Rome. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + WILLIAM TELL + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dar ban a man named Villiam Tell + Who ban a qvite gude shot. +Ay bet yu, ven he tak nice aim, + He alvays hit the spot. +Ay s'pose he hunting every day + And killing lots of game; +Ef he ban missing such a chance, + Ay tenk it ban a shame. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Some fallers yump on him von day, + And taking him to yail, +And tal him he skol have to pay + Sax tousand dollars' bail. +"Yeew hiz!" say Tell. "Sax tousand bones! + Ay ant got saxty cents!" +And so dey mak him breaking stones + Behind big iron fence. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Den Olaf Gessler say to him: + "Bill, yu ban qvite gude shot, +So ay skol give yu yust von chance + To vinning nice yack pot. +Yure son ban purty brave young kid; + Ay tell yu, on the dead, +Yu skol go free ef you can shoot + Dis apple off his head." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Yerusalem!" say Bill, "ef you + Skol give me drenk of bock, +Ay bet yu ay can shoot dis fruit + Off little Yimmie's block; +But, ef ay shoot tu low, val, den + Yust sidestep qvick, by heck, +Or yu skol finding little bunch + Of arrows in yure neck!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +So Olaf frame it op for Bill, + And Bill he tak gude aim, +And shoot at little Yimmie's block,— + Ay tal yu, he ban game. +And Bill skol knocking apple off, + And Yim vent back to school; +But Olaf put Bill back in yail, + And tal him, "April fool!" +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Miles Standish ban having a courtship + Ven all of his fighting ban tru; +Maester Longfaller tal me about it, + And so ay skol tal it to yu. +He say to his room-mate, Yohn Alden: + "Yu know dis Priscilla, ay s'pose. +Last veek, ven ay try to get busy, + Priscilla yust turn op her nose." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yohn Alden ban nervy young faller. + So Standish yust tal him: "Old pal, +Pleese boost me to dis har Priscilla, + Yu know ay can't talk wery val. +Pleese tal her ay ban a gude soldier, + And say ay have money in bank. +Ay'd du dis myself, but, ay tal yu, + My manners in parlor ban rank." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +So Yohn go and call on Priscilla, + And happen to finding her in; +He sit close beside her on sofa, + And give her gude lots of his chin. +"Miles Standish," he say, "ban gude faller, + Hot stuff vith his pistol and knife; +And so ay ban coming to tal yu + He'd lak yu, Priscilla, for vife." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Priscilla, she listen to Alden, + And den give him cute little venk, +And say: "Vy not speak for yureself, Yohn? + Miles Standish ban lobster, ay tenk." +So Standish get double crossed planty; + And dat's yust vat AY vant, by yee, +Ef ever ay get any faller + To doing my sparking for me! +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ROBINSON CRUSOE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Maester Robinson Crusoe ban lonely old faller + Who ban on an island gude long time ago; +His friends all ban lost in a yolly big shipwreck; + But Robinson alvays ban lucky, yu know. +He get on dis island, and can't get avay, +"By yiminy," say Crusoe, "ay tenk ay skol stay!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Von day some cannibals com to dis island, + And brenging some frends just to make little stew. +Dese frends dey ant lak to be made into cooking, + And von faller dodge dis har cannibal crew. +His name it ban Friday. He ban a gude coon, +And Crusoe and he start to eat from same spoon. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dey have lots of fun on dis har desert island, + Dey play seven up and casino, ay tenk; +And Crusoe put on a nice bar-tender's apron, + And taught Maester Friday to mix a gude drenk. +Dey get kind o' used to dis old desert isle, +And get 'long togedder qvite gude for a vile. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +But Friday ban coon, and yu know dese coon fallers + Ban looking for tips yust so sharp sum dey can. +So Friday yust tal Maester Robinson Crusoe, + "Ay tenk, Maester Crusoe, yu ban a cheap man." +Den he yump into ocean, and svim yust lak hal, +And Robinson Crusoe ban losing his pal. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + GEORGE WASHINGTON + </h2> + <p> + Yeorge Vashington ban honest man. Ven dis har country first began, Yeorge + ban a yen'ral, and yu bet Dese English fallers know it yet. Ven he ban + small, his fader say, "Ef yu skol breng in vood to-day, And feeding cow + and chickens, tu, Ay skol yust blow myself on yu." + </p> + <p> + Val, sure enuff, ven Yeorge du chore, His fader hike for hardvare store, + And buy gude hatchet, only it Ban second-hand a little bit. Dar ban on + edge some little dents, It ban marked down to saxty cents. He pay sax + cents to sharpen axe, And so it cost him saxty-sax. He tak it home to + Yeorgie, tu, And say, "Ay ant ban fuling you." + </p> + <p> + Next day Yeorge tak dis hatchet out, And start to rubber all about For + someteng he can chop, yu see, And den he pipe nice cherry-tree. "By Yudas! + Dis ban soft!" say he. "Ef dis har axe ban any gude, Dis tree skol sune + ban kindling vood." So Yeorge give cherry-tree gude whack, And sveng dis + axe lak lumberyack; And yust ven tree ban falling down, His fader coming + back from town. Yeorge see old yent ban standing dar, Smoking gude + fifteen-cent cigar; And so he say: "Val, holy yee! Ay guess the yig ban op + vith me. Dear fader, AY chopped down dis tree!" + </p> + <p> + Dar ban gude moral har for youth: Ven lie ban fulish, tal the truth! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PAUL REVERE + </h2> + <p> + Listen, Christina, and yu skol hear 'Bout midnight ride of Paul Revere. + Seventeen hundred seventy-five, Hardly a geezer ban now alive Who live har + ven Paul ban wolunteer. + </p> + <p> + Some British fallers ban getting gay, So Paul yust giving his horse some + hay And say, "Ay skol mak a grand-stand play!" Den he tal Yohn Brenk,—Yohn + ban his frend Who borrow venever Paul skol lend,— "Yohn, yust go up + har in old church tower, And, yust so sune sum yu find out hour British + skol march, give me good yal, And ay skol hustle and ride lak hal!" + </p> + <p> + So op in the church go old Yohn Brenk,— It ban first time in his + life, ay tenk; And, ven dese English get busy, he yal, And vave big + lantern to his gude pal, Maester Paul Revere, who yump on mare, And off + for Lexington he skol tear. "Yee whiz!" he say, "after dis, ay guess, Ay + skol getting my picture in <i>Success</i>. Dey skol tenk ay'm smart old + son of a gun Ven I gallop into Lexington!" + </p> + <p> + Val, he mak dis ride, yu bet yure life! And fallers grab gun and drum and + fife, And march to scrap vith dese British men. Maester Paul ban yolly + brave hero den. And back in the church tower old Yohn Brenk Climb from his + perch, and tak gude drenk. Val, dis ban all, Christina dear, 'Bout + midnight ride of Paul Revere. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + WATERLOO + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +At Vaterloo dar ban a scrap + Gude many year ago. +Napolyun, he ban brave old chap + And boss of whole French show. +And Maester Vellington, he say, + "Ay skol mak gude defence, +And make dis Bonypart and Ney + To look lak saxty cents." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dey start to fight on Sunday morn; + And preacher say to Nap: +"Now, yust so sure sum yu ban born, + Yu're going to fall in trap. +Ef yu got any vork to du, + Yust chuse some oder day." +But Nap say, "To the voods vith yu! + Mak dis bar bugle play!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ven Maester Vellington vake op, + He see a gude big hill, +Vith plenty soldier men on top,— + Ay bet he got gude chill. +"Yerusalem!" he tal his men, + "Dese French ban purty t'ick. +Ay tenk by qvarter after ten + Dey skol feel gude and sick." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Den Yen'ral Blucher com along, + And loading op his gun; +And dis mak tengs look purty strong + For Maester Vellington. +Two heads ban more sum von, yu see; + And Vellington, he say, +"Yust keep yure Yerman gang vith me, + And ve skol vinning day." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Den all his English soldiers scrap + Vith guns so big sum trees; +And Yermans fight vith lager tap + And planty Brickstein cheese. +And so, betveen the two, dey chase + Dese Frenchmen to tall pines; +And old Napolyun hide his face, + And yumping back to mines. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Napolyun, he feels purty bum; + And after vile he say, +"Ef Maester Grouchy only com, + Ve could have von to-day." +But Grouchy ban asleep at svitch, + So vat could Frenchman du? +Dis har ban all the history vich + Ay know 'bout Vaterloo. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BARBARA FRIETCHIE + </h2> + <p> + Barbara Frietchie ban brave old hen, Her age it ban tree score and ten. + She living in Frederick, Maryland,— It ban yust a dinky von night + stand. But Barbara rise to fame, yu bet, And folks ban talking about her + yet. Ef yu lak to know yust how dis ban, Ay skol tal yu story the best ay + can. + </p> + <p> + Op the street com Yen-ral Yackson, Ay bet yu he ban a gude attraction; For + all dese Reubs skol rubber lak hal, And some of dem calling the yen'ral + "pal." Yackson, he see dem on both sides Shooting dis bunk to save deir + hides. Den op in vindow he see big flag, And tenk at first he must have a + yag. No: sure enuff, it ban Union Yack. So Stonevall stand on his horse's + back, Yell at his men. Dey shoot, von and all, And into the gutter flag + skol fall. + </p> + <p> + Den Barbara get pretty mad, yu bet, And say, "Ay skol fule dese geezers + yet." She run to her bureau double haste, And, yerking out dandy + peek-a-boo waist, Nail it to flagstaff, and vave it hard, And say: "Dis + skol hold yu avile, old pard. Shoot, ef yu must, dis peek-a-boo, Ef it ant + qvite holy enough for yu, And tak gude aim at dis old gray head, But spare + yure country's flag!" she said. + </p> + <p> + Den Stonevall Yackson look purty cheap, And all his soldiers feel yust lak + sheep. He say: "Dis lady skol standing pat. She ban game old party, ay tal + yu dat. Who taking a shot at yon gray hair Skol get gude ticket for Golden + Stair!" + </p> + <p> + All day long in Frederick town Soldiers ban marching op and down. And late + dat night, ven dey leave on Soo, Dey see dis fluttering peek-a-boo. And + Stonevall Yackson say, "Vat yu tenk!" And yerk out bottle and tak gude + drenk. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + SHERIDAN'S RIDE + </h2> + <p> + Ef yu ban vise, and ay s'pose yu ban, Yu know 'bout Yeneral Sheridan; But + maybe yu ant remember the day Ven he yump on horse, and den he say, "Ay'm + yust about tventy-sax miles avay." + </p> + <p> + Some rebel fallers ban start big row In Vinchester. Ay ant know yust how, + But ay tenk dey yump on some Yankee guys, And trying to give dem gude + black eyes. So Yeneral Sheridan hear dese guns, And drank some coffee and + eat some buns, And tal dis har landlord, "Gude-by, Yack, Ay skol paying my + bill ven ay com back!" Den he ride so fast that sune he say, "Val, now ay + ban saxteen miles avay!" + </p> + <p> + Dese cannons ban roaring gude and loud,— It ban tough game for dis + Yankee crowd; And Lieut. Olson, he tal his pal, "'Ay tank we ban due to + run lak hal!" So dey start to run, or else retreat,— Dis ban noder + name for gude cold feet; And dey run so fast sum dey can go, Lak Russians + luring dese Yaps, yu know. "Yee whiz!" say Sheridan. "Yump, old hoss! Ay + tenk my soldiers get double cross, Ay s'pose yure hoofs getting purty + sore, But we only got 'bout sax miles more!" + </p> + <p> + Val, Yeneral Sheridan meet his men, And he say: "It's now yust half-past + ten. Ay hope ay skol never go to heaven Ef dese Rebel Svedes ant licked by + eleven. Yust turn round now in yure track! Come on, yu fallers! Ve're + going back!" And yu bet yure life dey vent back, tu, And put gude crimp in + dis Rebel crew. But soldiers ban careless sons of guns, And the yeneral + never settled for buns. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + SPEAK GENTLY + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Speak yentle; it ban better far + To rule by love dan fear; +Ef yu speak rough, yu stand nice chance + To get gude smash on ear. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Speak yentle to the coal-man—he + Ban easy to get mad; +Ef yu ant getting any coal, + By yinger, dat ban bad! +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Speak yentle to the alderman, + Ven he ban feeling blue, +And maybe, ven he turn gude trick. + He skol whack op vith yu. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Speak yentle to yure lady frends, + And give gude lots of bunk, +Ef yu skol lak to getting chance + To put yure clothes in trunk. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Speak yentle to Yim Yeffries, tu,— + Ay tenk dis ban gude hunch; +Den yu ant need to put yure face + On Maester Yeffries' punch! +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Speak yentle everyvere yu go, + And people skol forget +That yu ban vatching for gude chance + Tu vinning every bet! +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE BAREFOOT BOY + </h2> + <p> + Blessings on yu, little man! Barefoot boy, ay tenk yu can Getting all yu + lak, by yee! Yu ban gude enuff for me. Yu ant got so many clo'es, Dar ban + freckles on yure nose, And ay guess yu're purty tuff, 'Cause yu ask for + chew of snuff. But, by yinks, ay lak yure face, Yu can passing any place. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Barefoot boy, ef ay could du + Yenuine po'try lak the kind +Maester Vittier wrote for yu, + Ay vould write; but never mind, +Ay can tal yu vat ay know, +Even ef dese vords ant flow +Half so slick sum poet's song. +Anyhow, ay don't mean wrong. +Ven ay see yu, little kid, +Ay skol taking off my lid. +Oder little boys ay see +Ant look half so gude to me. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Some of dem ban rich men's boys, +Who ban having planty toys, +Vearing nicest clo'es in town, +Lak dis little Buster Brown. +Don't yu care! Ven dey grow up, + And ban shining at pink tea, +Drenking tea from china cup, + Yu skol give dem loud tee-hee. +Yu skol laugh at dis har mob +Ven dey come to yu for yob. +Barefoot boy, yu ant got cent; + But ay tal yu dis, some day +Yu got chance for president + Ef dese woters com yure vay. +Yust keep vistling all day long, +Yust keep senging little song, +And ef yu skol alvays love +Some one who ban op above, +Who ban making day and night, +He skol fix yu out all right. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + FATHER WILLIAM + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Yu ban old, Fader Olaf," a young geezer + say, "yure hair it ban whiter sum snow; +Ay lak yu to tal me how yu keep so young. + By Yudas! Ay ant hardly know." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Ven ay ban a young kid," Fader Olaf he + say, "ay never hang out in saloon; +Ay never ban smoking dese har cigarettes, or + sitting on sofa and spoon!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Yu ban slim, Fader Olaf," the young faller + say: "old fallers ban mostly dam fat. +Yu measure 'bout tventy-sax inches reund + vaist, vat for ban the reason of dat?" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"In the days of my youth," Fader Olaf + reply, "ay ant drenk no lager from cup; +Ay let all my frends fight dis bourbon and + rye, and alvays pass breakfast fude up!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Fader Olaf, yure eyes ban so bright sum a + star, yu ant vear no glasses at all; +Ay lak yu to tal me gude reason for dis; + ay hope yu don't give me no stall." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"All the days of my life," Fader Olaf den + say, "ay never ban going to shows, +And straining my eyes vatching dese chorus + girls vich ant veering wery much clo'es!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Den young faller say, "Fader Olaf, ay tenk + yu ban full of yinger, old pal; +But yu had to be missing gude times all yure + life, so ay skol keep on raising hal!" +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ABOU SWEN ANSON + </h2> + <p> + Abou Swen Anson (he ban yolly dog) Ban asleep von night so sound lak log, + Ven all at vonce he tenk it sure ban day. "Ay skol vake op now," Maester + Anson say. But, ven he vake, it ant ban day at all, He see a gude big + light right close to vall, And dar ban anyel faller vith stub pen. "Gude + morning, maester anyel man," say Swen. "Ay s'pose," he tal the anyel, "yu + ban har To pay me wisit. Skol yu have cigar?" The anyel shake his head, + and Abou Swen Ask him: "Val, Maester, vy yu com har den? Vat skol yu write + in dis har book of gold?" The anyel say, "All fallers, young and old, Who + go to church and prayer-meeting, tu; But ay ant got a place in har for + yu." "Ay s'pose," say Abou, "yu got noder book For common lumberyacks vich + never took Flyer at church or dis har Sunday-school, But yust try hard to + keeping Golden Rule. Ef yu got dis book, Maester, put me in!" Den anyel + look at Abou, and he grin. "Abou," he say, "shak hands. Yu talk qvite free + But, yiminy Christmas, yu look gude to me!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + MAUD MULLER + </h2> + <p> + Maude Muller, on nice summer day, Raked in meadows sveet vith hay. + </p> + <p> + Her eyes ban sharp lak gude sharp knife; She ban nice girl, ay bet yure + life. + </p> + <p> + Before she ban dar wery long, She start to senging little song. + </p> + <p> + The Yudge come riding down big hill In nice red yumping ottomobill. + </p> + <p> + Maude say, "Hello, Yudge,—how ban yu?" The Yudge say, "Maudie, how + y' du?" He say: "Skol yu tak little ride? Ef yu skol lak to, yump inside." + </p> + <p> + So Maude and Yudge ride 'bout sax miles, And Yudge skol bask in Maude's + sveet smiles. + </p> + <p> + The Yudge say, "Skol yu be my pal?" Den ottomobill bust all to hal. + </p> + <p> + Den Maude ban valking 'bout half vay Back to meadows sveet vith hay. + </p> + <p> + "Ay luv yu still, dear," say the Yudge, But Maude she only say, "O fudge!" + </p> + <p> + Of all sad vords dat men skol talk, The saddest ban, "Valk, yu sucker, + valk!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + LUCY GRAY + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay s'pose yu know 'bout Lucy Gray + Who used to play on moor, +And having qvite gude time all day + Beside her fader's door. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dis Maester Vordsvorth write it down, + Gude many years ago, +How Lucy start to valk to town + In gude big drifts of snow. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Lucy," her fader say, "yust tak + Dis lantern from the shelf." +Say Lucy, "Ay have kick to mak; + Vy don't yu go yureself?" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +But Lucy's dad ant stand no talk, + And say, "Yu have to go!" +So Lucy Gray tak little valk + To town in dis har snow. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Miss Lucy ant come back dat night, + And ant come back next day; +And den her parents get gude fright. + "Our kid ban lost!" dey say. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Dey look for tracks vich Lucy mak, + And find some tracks dat go +Up to a bridge on little lake, + And den ban lost in snow. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +And so dey tenk Miss Gray ban lost, + And feeling purty bum. +The funeral saxty dollars cost, + And all the neighbors com. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +But Lucy ant ban lost at all. + She met a travelling man. +He ban a bird. His name ban Hall, + And off for town dey ran. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +And Maester Hall and Lucy Gray + Ban married in St. Yo, +And dey ban keeping house to-day + In Kansas City, Mo. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + STEALING A RIDE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yumping over crossings, + Bumping over svitches, +Till ay tenk dis enyine + Going to fall in ditches; +Hiding vith some cattle, + Ay tenk 'bout saxty-eight; +Yiminy! Dis ban yolly,— + Stealing ride on freight +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay ban yust tru treshing + Op in Nort Dakota; +Now ay guess ay'm going + Back to old Mansota. +Now dis train ban stopping, + 'Bout sax hours to vait; +Yiminy! Dis ban yolly,— + Stealing ride on freight. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay skol stretch a little + Yust to tak a sleep; +Den my head bump into + Gude big fader sheep. +Yee! His head ban harder + Sum a china plate; +Dis ban yolly doings,— + Stealing ride on freight. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yumping over crossings, + Bumping over svitches, +Till my side ban getting + Saxty-seven stitches. +Ay hear brakeman faller + Say, "Yust ten hours late!" +It ban hal, ay tal yu, + Stealing ride on freight. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + "CURFEW SHALL NOT RING TO-NIGHT" + </h2> + <p> + England's sun ban slowly setting on big hilltops far avay; Dis bar sun ban + tired of standing, so it lak to set, yu say; And yust ven dis sun ban + setting, it shine hard on Yosephine; She ban talking to the sexton, and + ban feeling purty mean. "Now," she tal him, "yust be careful,... ay skol + fix it op all right; Yust one teng ay lak to tal yu, Curfew skol not reng + to-night!" + </p> + <p> + Val, the sun yust keep on setting, and the sexton start for bell. "Vait a + minute!" Yosie tal him; sexton answer, "Vat to 'ell?" "Val," she say, "ay + having sveetheart who ban over har in yail, Ay ban vorking hard for money, + nuff so ay can pay his bail; But it ant no use to du it, and dis har old + yudge skol write That he dies ven bell start going. Curfew skol not reng + to-night!" + </p> + <p> + Den, yu say, dis maester sexton, he can't hearing Yosephine; He ban vork + in boiler factory ven he ban about saxteen, And it mak him deaf lak + blazes. So he go and grabbing rope; But Miss Yosephine ant qvitter, she + ant losing any hope. No, sir! she run op in bell tower, yust so fast sum + she can run, And she tak gude hold on bell tongue, and hang on lak son of + a gun. + </p> + <p> + Maester sexton, he keep renging, but dis bell ant reng, yu say; For Miss + Yosephine ban op dar; she ant ban no country yay. Ay yust bet yu she get + groggy, for her yob ban purty tough; But the bell don't "dingle dangle," + it ant even making bluff. "Val, by yinger!" say the sexton, "dis har rope + ban awful tight." Yosephine look down, and tal him, "Curfew skol not reng + to-night!" + </p> + <p> + Purty soon it ban all over. Sexton, he ban start for town, And Miss Yosie + rest a minute, den ay s'pose she coming down. Anyhow, she go next morning + for gude talk vith some poleece, And she yolly Maester Cromwell—he + ban Yustice of the Peace. "Gude for yu," say Maester Cromwell, "ay skol + let him live, all right: Yust because yu fule dis sexton—curfew skol + not reng to-night!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A PSALM OF LIFE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Tal me not, yu knocking fallers, + Life ban only empty dream; +Dar ban planty fun, ay tal yu, + Ef yu try Yohn Yohnson's scheme. +Yohn ban yust a section foreman, + Vorking hard vay up on Soo; +He ban yust so glad in morning + As ven all his vork ban tru. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Vork," say Yohn, "ban vat yu mak it. + Ef yu tenk yure vork ban hard, +Yu skol having planty headaches,— + Yes, yu bet yure life, old pard; +But ay alvays yerk my coat off, + Grab my shovel and my pick, +And dis yob ant seem lak hard von + Ef ay du it purty qvick." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yohn ban foreman over fallers. + He ant have to vork, yu see; +But, yu bet, he ant no loafer, + And he yust digs in, by yee! +"Listen, Olaf," he skol tal me, + "Making living ant no trick. +And the hardest yob ban easy + Ef yu only du it qvick!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Let us den be op and yumping, + Always glad to plow tru drift; +Ven our vork ban done, den let us + Give some oder faller lift. +Den, ay bet yu, old Saint Peter, + He skol tenk ve're purty slick; +Ve can go tru gates, ay bet yu, + Ef ve only du it qvick!" +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ANNIE LAURIE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Minneapolis ban qvite bonny + Ven early fall the dew; +It ban dar dat ay ask Steena + To mak her promise true,— +To mak her promise true; + But she yust pass me by; +And she tal me, "Maester Olaf, + Yu skol pleese lay down and die." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Her brow ban yust lak snowdrift + Or Apple Blossom flour; +And she smile lak anyel fallers, + Ay tenk of her each hour,— +Ay tenk of her each hour, + And feel lak ay can cry, +Ven she tal me, "Maester Olaf, + Yu skol pleese lay down and die." +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Like dew on sidevalk falling, + She du me gude, ay guess. +Ay tal her, "Pleese, Miss Steena, + Vy don't yu answer yes?— +Vy don't yu answer yes?" + But she yust venk her eye, +And she tal me, "Maester Olaf, + Yu skol pleese lay down and die." +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0034" id="link2H_4_0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yoyfully, yoyfully, +Yoyfully onvard, +In dis har walley of death +Rode the sax hundred! +It ban a cinch, ay tenk, + Some geezer blundered. +"Hustle, yu Light Brigade! +Yump!" Maester Olson said; +Den in the walley of death + Go the sax hundred. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Cannon on right of dem, +Cannon on left of dem, +Cannon on top of dem, + Wolleyed and t'undered; +Smashed vith dis shot and shal, +Dey ant do wery val; +Most of dem ketching hal,— + Nearly sax hundred! +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Yes, all dem sabres bare +Flash purty gude in air; +Each faller feel his hair + Standing. No vonder! +Yudas! It ant ban yob +For any coward slob, +Fighting dis Russian mob. +Ay tenk ay vudn't stand + Yeneral's blunder. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Cannon on right of dem, +Cannon on top of dem, +Cannon behind dem, tu, + Wolleyed and t'undered. +Finally say Captain Brenk, +"Ve got enuff, ay tenk, +Let's go and getting drenk." +'Bout tventy-sax com back + Out of sax hundred. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ven skol deir glory fade? +It ban gude charge dey made, + Every von vondered. +Every von feeling blue, +'Cause dey ban brave old crew, +Yolly gude fallers, tu, + Dis har sax hundred! +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0035" id="link2H_4_0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + EXCELSIOR + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +The shades of night ban falling fast, +Ven tru Dakota willage passed +Young faller who skol carry flag +And yell, so loud sum he can brag, + "Excelsior!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Ay ant know yust vat he skol mean, +But yust lak dis har talk machine +He keep on saying, night and day +(Ay s'pose to passing time avay), + "Excelsior!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Swen Swenson tal me dis har guy +Ban crazy; den he tal me why. +He say dis faller once ban gay +And happy; den he never say + "Excelsior!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +But after while, say Sven, he meet +A chorus girl who look quite sveet, +And marry her, and den find out +Vat making her so plump and stout— + "Excelsior!" +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +So now poor faller have to go, +Lak lunatic, tru ice and snow. +He tenk about his old girl May, +And dis ban all vich he can say— + "Excelsior!" +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0036" id="link2H_4_0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + MORTALITY + </h2> + <p> + Vat for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud? Man valk round a minute, + and talk purty loud; Den doctor ban coming, and say, "Ay can't save." And + man have to tak running yump into grave. + </p> + <p> + To-day dis har faller ban svelling around, His head ban so light dat his + feet ant touch ground. To-morrow he light vith his face in the sand, And + hustle lak hal to get gude helping hand. + </p> + <p> + Ay see lots of fallers who tenk dey ban vise, Yu see dem yureself ef yu + open yure eyes; Dey tal 'bout the gold dey skol making some day, And yump + ven the vash-voman com for her pay. + </p> + <p> + Ay tal yu, dear frend, purty sune we ban dead, So ay tenk we ban suckers + to getting svelled head. It ant wery far from Prince Albert to shroud; Vat + for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0037" id="link2H_4_0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE DAY IS DONE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +The day ban done, and darkness + Falling from vengs of night, +Lak fedder flying from ruster, + Ven he ban having fight. +Ay see the lights of willage + Shining tru rain and mist, +And ay skol feel dam sleepy, + Lak fallers playing whist. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Come, read tu me some werses, + Ay ant care vat yu read, +Yust so it ant 'bout trouble + Or hearts vich ache and bleed. +Ay lak dese har nice yingles + 'Bout sun and trees and grass; +But, ven it com to heartache, + Yerusalem! ay skol pass! +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Read from some humble geezer, + Whose songs ban sveet to hear— +Who making, from his poetry, + 'Bout saxteen cents a year. +Ay lak to hear his yingles, + Ay tell yu, dey ban fine; +Dis har ban vy ay lak dem— + Dey ban so much lak mine. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Such songs have gude, nice sound— + Dey making sorrow fly; +Dey coming lak glass of seltzer + Vich follows drenk of rye. +And night skol be full of music, + And tengs we lak to forget +Skol fold op tents lak yipsies, + And sneaking avay, yu bet! +</pre> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Norsk Nightingale, by William F. 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