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THE DREAM
“Me thream last Tu' stay night you know,
Dot night de ground vas vite mit snow,
Each star vas bright, the vin dit plo;
Dot vas a funny thream!
Dot night de ground vas vite mit snow,
Each star vas bright, the vin dit plo;
Dot vas a funny thream!
Me thream ven I vas in mine bet,
Me heard a noisy foot step tret,
Mine hair stood straight upon my het;
Dot vas a funny thream!
Me knew it vas a thief you pet,
But vas too fraid to catch him, yet
I tiptoed out mine house an' set;
Und all tis vas a thream.
Me heard a noisy foot step tret,
Mine hair stood straight upon my het;
Dot vas a funny thream!
Me knew it vas a thief you pet,
But vas too fraid to catch him, yet
I tiptoed out mine house an' set;
Und all tis vas a thream.
He valked so easy like a mouse,
He mate right for mine shicken house;
He pushed dot door, he made vun souse;
Dot vas a funny thream!
Und ten me yelled out pretty quick,
Me threw at him, tis hick'ry stick,
Und ten at me he fired a brick
Dot vas a funny thream.
He mate right for mine shicken house;
He pushed dot door, he made vun souse;
Dot vas a funny thream!
Und ten me yelled out pretty quick,
Me threw at him, tis hick'ry stick,
Und ten at me he fired a brick
Dot vas a funny thream.
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He looked yest like Scott Chonson here,
Far ten he vas upon me near,
Und ten me yelled mit dreadful fear;
Dot vas a funny thream.
He stole from me tree shickens vite;
He turnt an ran mit all his might;
Over te fence an' 'cross te lawn;
I voke fen day vas shining bright,
Und found tree of mine shickens gone.
Far ten he vas upon me near,
Und ten me yelled mit dreadful fear;
Dot vas a funny thream.
He stole from me tree shickens vite;
He turnt an ran mit all his might;
Over te fence an' 'cross te lawn;
I voke fen day vas shining bright,
Und found tree of mine shickens gone.
Scott Johnson 'rose with fury;
And shouted, “Look ah heah!
You say I stole dem chickens, sah,
You got to make dat clear!
All night you've flung yo' hints about,
An' now ole man you jes' look out!
Dis sortah talk will nevah do,
Or I will “pick a crow” wif you;
I did n't steal yo' chickens!
And shouted, “Look ah heah!
You say I stole dem chickens, sah,
You got to make dat clear!
All night you've flung yo' hints about,
An' now ole man you jes' look out!
Dis sortah talk will nevah do,
Or I will “pick a crow” wif you;
I did n't steal yo' chickens!
“Me did n't say you stole tem Scott,
Vot fah you got at me so hot?
A thream be sometimes vat its not,
Dot vas a funny thream!
I missed mine shickens, dot vas true,
I saw a plack man yest like you,
I voke an vas tree shickens out,
Un dot is all I know about;
Dot vas a funny thream!
Vot fah you got at me so hot?
A thream be sometimes vat its not,
Dot vas a funny thream!
I missed mine shickens, dot vas true,
I saw a plack man yest like you,
I voke an vas tree shickens out,
Un dot is all I know about;
Dot vas a funny thream!
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So Chonson, dot vud make you clear,
So let us haf a clas of peer!
Me pleve tis getin' late me fear,
Dot only vas a thream!
And so these two men drank again,
But neither sang a song;
Old Fritz still believe his dream is right;
And Scott still swear 'twas wrong.
So let us haf a clas of peer!
Me pleve tis getin' late me fear,
Dot only vas a thream!
And so these two men drank again,
But neither sang a song;
Old Fritz still believe his dream is right;
And Scott still swear 'twas wrong.
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