Part 4

I dells him he pe a plackguart, I gifed him a biece my mind, I vouldt saidt it pefore a tousand, Mit der teufel himself pehind. Den he knocks me down mit a sloong-shot, Und peats me plack and plue; Und de plackguards kick me, Dill I vainted, und dat ish drue.

De rich American beoples Don't know how de rowdies shtrike Der poor hardtworkin' Sharman, He knows it more ash he like. If de Deutsche speakers und bapers Are somedimes too hard on dis land, Shoost dink how de Deutsch kit driven Along by de rowdy's hand!

THE PICNIC

DE picknock oud at Spraker's Wood:- It melt de soul und fire de plood. Id sofly slid from cakes und cream; Boot busted oop on brandy shdeam.

Mit stims of tender graceful ring, De gals begoon a song to sing; A bland mildt lied of olden dime- Deutsch vas die doon, und Deutsch de rhyme.

Wi's uff der Stross' wenn's finschter ischt, Und niemond in der Goss' mehr ischt, Nur Schone Madel wolle mer fonga, Wie es gebil'te Leut' verlonga.

At de picknock oud in Spraker's Wood, De Bier was soft-de gals were good: Oondil von feller, vild and rasch, Called out for a Yankee brandy-smash!

A crow vot vas valkin on de vall, Fell dead ven he hear dis Dootchmann call; For he knew dat droples coom, py shinks! Ven de Dootch go in for Yankee drinks.

De Dootch got ravin droonk ash sin, Dey smash de windows out und in; Dey bust und bang de bar-room ein, Und call for a bucket of branntewein.

Avay, avay, demselfs dey floong, Und a wild infernal lied dey sung: 'Tvas, "Tam de wein, and cuss de bier! Ve tont care nix for de demprance here!

"O keep a pringin juleps in, Und baldface corn dat burn like sin; Mit apple tods und oldt shtone fence, Ve'll all get corned ere ve go hence!"

Dey dash deir glasses on de cround, Und tanz dill'tvas all to brick-duss ground, Ven dey hear von man had a ten-dollar note, De crowd go dead for dat rich man's troat.

A demperance chap vot coomed dere in, Vent squanderin out mit his shell burst in; "It's walk your chalks, you loost your chance, Dis vot de call der Dootchmans' dance."

Boot ven de law, mit his myrmidon, Vas hear of dese Dootchmen's carryins-on, Dey sent bolicemen shtern und good, To pull dose Dootch in Spraker's Wood.

De Dootch vas all gone roarin mad, Und trinked mit Spraker all dey had; Dey shpend 'nuf money to last deir life, And each vas tantzin mit anoder man's wife.

Dey all cot poonish difers vays, Some vent to jug for dirty tays; Und de von dat kilt de demperance man Vas kit from de Alderman repriman.

Und dus it ran:-"A warnin dake, For you mighdt hafe mate soom pig mishdake; Now how vouldt you hafe feeled, py shing! If dat man hat peen in de whiskey ring?

"Since you votes mine dicket, of course you know, I'm pound to led you shlide und go. Boot nefer on whiskey trink your fill, For you Dootchmen don't know who to kill."

Now Deutschers all-on dis warning dink, Und don't get troonk on Yankee trink, For neider you, or anoder man, Can pe hocks like de New York rowdies can.

So trink goot bier, mit musik plest, For if you tried your level best, You can't be plackguarts-taint in de plood: Dus endet de shdory of Spraker's Wood.

I GILI ROMANESKRO.

A GIPSY BALLAD.

Vhen der Herr Breitmann vas a yungling, he vas go bummin aroundt goot deal in de worldt, vestigatin human natur, roulant de vergne en vergne, ash de Fraentsch boet says: "goin from town to town;" seein beobles in gemixed sociedy, und learnin dose languages vitch ornamendt a drue moskopolite, or von whose kopf ish bemosst mit experience. Mong oder tongues, ash it would appeared, he shpoke fluendly, Red Welsh, Black Dootch, Kauder-Waelsch, Gaunersprache, und Shipsy; und dis latter languashe he pring so wide dat he write a pook of pallads in it,-von of vitch pallads I hafe intuce him mit moosh droples to telifer ofer to de worldt. De inclined reader vill, mit crate heavy-hood blace pefore himself de fexation und lapor I hafe hat in der Breitmann his absents, to ged dese Shipsy verses broperly gorrected; as de only shentleman in town who vas culpable of so doin, ish peen gonfined in de town-brison, pout some droples he hat for shdealin some hens; und pefore I couldt consoolt mit him, he vas rooned afay. Denn I fond an oldt vomans Shipsy, who vas do nodings boot peg, und so wider mit pout five or four oders more. Derfore, de errordoms moost pe excused py de enlightened pooplic, who are fomiliar mit dis peautiful languashe, vitch is now so shenerally fashionabel in laterary und shpordin circles.

F. SCHWACKENHAMMER.

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I GILI ROMANESKRO.

Schunava, ke baschno del a godla, Schunava Paschomaskro. Te del miro Dewel tumen Dschavena Bachtallo.

Schunava opre to ruka Chiriklo ke gillela: Kamovela but dives, Eh'me pale kamaveva.