The Norsk Nightingale | Page 4

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.
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.
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.
GEORGE WASHINGTON
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."
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."
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!"
Dar ban gude moral har for youth:?Ven lie ban fulish, tal the truth!
PAUL REVERE
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.
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!"
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 Success.?Dey skol tenk ay'm smart old son of a gun?Ven I gallop into Lexington!"
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.
WATERLOO
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."
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!"
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."
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."
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.
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.
BARBARA FRIETCHIE
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