William F. Kirk

Dey tal me ay ban a gude faller. Ay guess dey ban right; but, yee whiz! Ef yu ever ban a gude faller,

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!

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.

Minneapolis ban qvite bonny Ven early fall the dew; It ban dar dat ay ask Steena

Barbara Frietchie ban brave old hen, Her age it ban tree score and ten. She living in Frederick, Maryland, -

England's sun ban slowly setting on big hilltops far avay; Dis bar sun ban tired of standing, so it lak to set, yu say; And yust ven dis sun ban setting, it shine hard on Yosephine;

The shades of night ban falling fast, Ven tru Dakota willage passed Young faller who skol carry flag

"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.

Yeorge Vashington ban honest man. Ven dis har country first began, Yeorge ban a yen'ral, and yu bet

Horatius ban brave yentleman, Who vatch big bridge at night: It ban gude many years ago,

Ay s'pose yu tenk life ban hard game. Ay guess yu lak to qvit, perhaps. Ay hear yu say, "It ban a shame

Ay ban tenking lots of yu, Little Steena Yohnson, Ay ban sure yu love me true,

Ay s'pose yu know 'bout Lucy Gray Who used to play on moor, And having qvite gude time all day

Maude Muller, on nice summer day, Raked in meadows sveet vith hay. Her eyes ban sharp lak gude sharp knife;

Vat for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud? Man valk round a minute, and talk purty loud; Den doctor ban coming, and say, "Ay can't save."

Yust two years ago last venter Ay meet Olaf op in camp; Ve ban lumberyacks togedder.

Listen, Christina, and yu skol hear 'Bout midnight ride of Paul Revere. Seventeen hundred seventy-five,

"Peek-a-boo!" say little Olaf. "Yu can't find me. Ay ban hid." Den ay used to look all over

Maester Robinson Crusoe ban lonely old faller Who ban on an island gude long time ago; His friends all ban lost in a yolly big shipwreck;

Ef yu ban vise, and ay s'pose yu ban, Yu know 'bout Yeneral Sheridan; But maybe yu ant remember the day

Ay ant lak pie-plant pie so wery vell; Ven ay skol eat ice-cream, my yaws du ache; Ay ant much stuck on dis har yohnnie-cake

Speak yentle; it ban better far To rule by love dan fear; Ef yu speak rough, yu stand nice chance

Yumping over crossings, Bumping over svitches, Till ay tenk dis enyine

"Roll out!" yell cookee "It ban morning," say he, "It ban daylight in svamps, all yu guys!"

Blessings on yu, little man! Barefoot boy, ay tenk yu can Getting all yu lak, by yee!

Yoyfully, yoyfully, Yoyfully onvard, In dis har walley of death

Miles Standish ban having a courtship Ven all of his fighting ban tru; Maester Longfaller tal me about it,

The day ban done, and darkness Falling from vengs of night, Lak fedder flying from ruster,

Little Tillie Olson Ban my little pearl; God ant never making

At Vaterloo dar ban a scrap Gude many year ago. Napolyun, he ban brave old chap

Dar ban a man named Villiam Tell Who ban a qvite gude shot. Ay bet yu, ven he tak nice aim,

Vy yu mak my heart to yump, Yennie dear? Ay ban yust a fulish chump,

Dar ban a little faller, Ay tenk his name ban Yim, And nearly every morning