Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . Page Seventy-five The Insult Page Seventy-six Justa wait—eet ees yet time enough,When I get square an calla da bluffYou mak to me—my tite-wad frand,I no can hardly ondrastand—I tal you wat, eet mak me seeck—Wat call you eet? — A rummy treeck —I nevva see EetalianDat ees so pincha, tita justa wait—some day maybeIm reech—dan youll look up to now all time I work for deegDa trench in ceety street—da peegHas wot you call? Nothinon face hees dirty as can be,An sewer gas ees een my steek all o

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Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . Page Seventy-five The Insult Page Seventy-six Justa wait—eet ees yet time enough,When I get square an calla da bluffYou mak to me—my tite-wad frand,I no can hardly ondrastand—I tal you wat, eet mak me seeck—Wat call you eet? — A rummy treeck —I nevva see EetalianDat ees so pincha, tita justa wait—some day maybeIm reech—dan youll look up to now all time I work for deegDa trench in ceety street—da peegHas wot you call? Nothinon face hees dirty as can be,An sewer gas ees een my steek all ovra all my cloes —But wait — maybe some day Im youll be makin ceety dan Ill come aroun to youAn say: *Lo ground-hog, how you do?Dan youll no have peanutta stan,Nor sella to me da bat you eef you go to halYoull no feel worse—you no can talHow sorra youll be, Dago jew,You bit dat neekel, I gave

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