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MR. SILBERBERG
AND LITTLE JULIUS
I like me yet dot leedle chile
Vich climb my lap up in to-day,
Unt took my cheap cigair avay,
Unt laugh unt kiss me, purty-whvile,—
Possescially I like dose mout'
Vich taste his moder's like—unt so,
Eef my cigair it gone glean out
—Yust let it go!
Vich climb my lap up in to-day,
Unt took my cheap cigair avay,
Unt laugh unt kiss me, purty-whvile,—
Possescially I like dose mout'
Vich taste his moder's like—unt so,
Eef my cigair it gone glean out
—Yust let it go!
Vat I caire den for anyding?
Der “Heraldt” schlip out fon my handt
Unt all my odvairtizement standt
Mitout new changements boddering;
I only t'ink—I haf me dis
One leedle boy to pet unt love
Unt play me vit, unt hug unt kiss—
Unt dot's enough!
Der “Heraldt” schlip out fon my handt
Unt all my odvairtizement standt
Mitout new changements boddering;
I only t'ink—I haf me dis
One leedle boy to pet unt love
Unt play me vit, unt hug unt kiss—
Unt dot's enough!
Der plans unt pairposes I vear
Out in der vorld all fades avay,
Unt vit der beeznis of der day
I got me den no time to spare;
Der caires of trade vas caires no more—
Dem cash accoundts dey dodge me by,
Unt vit my chile I roll der floor,
Unt laugh unt gry!
Out in der vorld all fades avay,
Unt vit der beeznis of der day
I got me den no time to spare;
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Dem cash accoundts dey dodge me by,
Unt vit my chile I roll der floor,
Unt laugh unt gry!
Ach! frient! dem childens is der ones
Dot got some happy times—you bet!—
Dot's vy ven I been growed up yet
I visht I schtill been leedle vonce!
Unt ven dot leedle roozter tries
Dem baby-tricks I used to do,
My mout' it vater, unt my eyes
Dey vater too!
Dot got some happy times—you bet!—
Dot's vy ven I been growed up yet
I visht I schtill been leedle vonce!
Unt ven dot leedle roozter tries
Dem baby-tricks I used to do,
My mout' it vater, unt my eyes
Dey vater too!
Unt all der summer-time unt spring
Of childhoodt it come back to me,
So dot it vas a dream I see
Ven I yust look at anyding!
Unt ven dot leedle boy run' by,
I t'ink “Dot's me,” fon hour to hour
Schtill chasing yet dose butterfly
Fon flower to flower!
Of childhoodt it come back to me,
So dot it vas a dream I see
Ven I yust look at anyding!
Unt ven dot leedle boy run' by,
I t'ink “Dot's me,” fon hour to hour
Schtill chasing yet dose butterfly
Fon flower to flower!
Oxpose I vas lots money vairt,
Vit blenty schtone-front schtore to rent,
Unt mor'gages at twelf-per tcent.,
Unt diamondts in my ruffled shairt,—
I make a'signment of all dot,
Unt tairn it over vit a schmile
Aber you please—but, don'd forgot,
I keep dot chile!
Vit blenty schtone-front schtore to rent,
Unt mor'gages at twelf-per tcent.,
Unt diamondts in my ruffled shairt,—
I make a'signment of all dot,
Unt tairn it over vit a schmile
Aber you please—but, don'd forgot,
I keep dot chile!
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