The Norsk Nightingale - Being the Lyrics of a "Lumberyack" by William F. Kirk
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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. A GOOD FELLOW 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. 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," |
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