Billy Dash poems . t you see ; Mine grief! dem thoughts shust prings der tear- Im demprance ; I dont vants dot peer. Ven me und Shake vas poys, he said,Und moder ducks us in der ped, 116 EIIxLY RASH POEMS. (His plate was empty) Sliake fell out-Vaiter, prinj^s iis some sauerkraut. Anotlier plate is quickly brought ;It starts a different train of tliouu;lit:Dots goot, dots goot; dot glialls to mindDer days dot liaf left me pehind. I dinks again of sister Nance,Uud slioins her in der German danceVaiter, der drain dont yet goes out;.I dinks Ill have some sauerkraut. Another plate ! the vv^^ifovs K
Billy Dash poems . t you see ; Mine grief! dem thoughts shust prings der tear- Im demprance ; I dont vants dot peer. Ven me und Shake vas poys, he said,Und moder ducks us in der ped, 116 EIIxLY RASH POEMS. (His plate was empty) Sliake fell out-Vaiter, prinj^s iis some sauerkraut. Anotlier plate is quickly brought ;It starts a different train of tliouu;lit:Dots goot, dots goot; dot glialls to mindDer days dot liaf left me pehind. I dinks again of sister Nance,Uud slioins her in der German danceVaiter, der drain dont yet goes out;.I dinks Ill have some sauerkraut. Another plate ! the vv^^ifovs Kmilo,But Hans keeps eating : 11 the whistle hlows, tlie train starts Hans stops eating sancrln-aui. The waiter now demands his Haiis replies, Some oder day-111 gatch dot drain, I haf no doubt-Oant shtop to pay for sauerkraut. DAHH POE.^IH. On board the traiu I liaarJ Hans say,I shant gomes round some oder day;Deyll find me slrast no vare about—Dots yankee dricks mit sauerkraut. 117. JENNIE COME IN. I went home with my evening qnite late; We quietly stood at The old farm-house gate. All at once we were could it have been? The old lady called out, Jennie come in. I was just going to tell her, I love you, my dear; She knew what was waited to hear. The old lady, called out again : Do you hear me, Jennie ?I tell you, come in! BILLY DASH POEMS. 119 But Jennie was anxious To tell me my fate,And so we kept chatting Away at the gate. The old lady came out; She said twas a , my ! how she scolded, And Jennie come in. I respectfully listenedTo all that she said, But wished all the whileShe was back in her bed; With the strings of her bonnet,So tight neath her chin That she couldnt call out,Jennie come in. BEN EAT PI THE OLD ELMS. 1 rdt alone to-ui^-ht, sweet Nell, Wliere we sat long ago ;TJie sfcars sliiue l)]igiit as tliey did tlieii, The zepluTH imiraiur night birds song, the babbling b
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