The Norsk Nightingale | Page 5

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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 yust how dis ban,
Ay skol tal yu story the
best ay can.

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.
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.
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!"
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.
SHERIDAN'S RIDE
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."
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!"
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!"
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.
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS
SPEAK GENTLY
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.
Speak yentle to the coal-man--he
Ban easy to get mad;
Ef yu ant
getting any coal,
By yinger, dat ban bad!
Speak yentle to the alderman,
Ven he ban feeling blue,
And maybe,
ven he turn gude trick.
He skol whack op vith yu.

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.
Speak yentle to Yim Yeffries, tu,--
Ay tenk dis ban gude hunch;

Den yu ant need to put yure face
On Maester Yeffries' punch!
Speak yentle everyvere yu go,
And people skol forget
That yu ban
vatching for gude chance
Tu vinning every bet!
THE BAREFOOT BOY
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