The Norsk Nightingale | Page 6

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FATHER WILLIAM
"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."
"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!"
"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?"
"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!"
"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."
"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!"
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!"
ABOU SWEN ANSON
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!"
MAUD MULLER
Maude Muller, on nice summer day,?Raked in meadows sveet vith hay.
Her eyes ban sharp lak gude sharp knife;?She ban nice girl, ay bet yure life.
Before she ban dar wery long,?She start to senging little song.
The Yudge come riding down big hill?In nice red yumping ottomobill.
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."
So Maude and Yudge ride 'bout sax miles,?And Yudge skol bask in Maude's sveet smiles.
The Yudge say, "Skol yu be my pal?"?Den ottomobill bust all to hal.
Den Maude ban valking 'bout half vay?Back to meadows sveet vith hay.
"Ay luv yu still, dear," say the Yudge,?But Maude she only say, "O fudge!"
Of all sad vords dat men skol talk,?The saddest ban, "Valk, yu sucker, valk!"
LUCY GRAY
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.
Dis Maester Vordsvorth write it down,?Gude many years ago,?How Lucy start to valk to town?In gude big drifts of snow.
"Lucy," her fader say, "yust tak?Dis lantern from the shelf."?Say Lucy, "Ay have kick to mak;?Vy don't yu go yureself?"
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.
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.
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.
And so dey tenk Miss Gray ban lost,?And feeling purty bum.?The funeral saxty dollars cost,?And all the neighbors com.
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.
And Maester Hall and Lucy Gray?Ban married in St. Yo,?And dey ban keeping house to-day?In Kansas City, Mo.
STEALING A RIDE
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
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.
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.
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.
"CURFEW SHALL NOT RING TO-NIGHT"
England's sun ban