SIGS VEEGS OFER.
Von’d you puy somedings, laty?
I haf not solt dis tay
Von shillin’s wort’. I kess maype
De folks dey no forshteh.
I haf peen sigs veegs ofer,
I comes vrom Cherman land,
De lankuache of dis konetree
I no yed ondherstand.
“Pints, neetles, rippones, laces,”
All de tings vod I sells,
“Pock’t-hankchies, neckdies, shpenders,”
I fer mooch careful dells.
“Vod prize?” So den I dells dem.
Dey shmiles. Dey no forshteh.
Dis lankuache ish der drooples;—
I haf do durn avay.
So habbens I sells noding;
De dime koes py und py;
Und oop und town I trafels—
Of hunker I shall tie.
Von’d you puy somedings, laty?
Oh, tanks! Der subber? Goot!
It ish not since last efening
I haf some leetle foot.
I bays you noding for it?
Vell den, I sells you—cheap?
No? Vell, I fer mooch tank you.
Goot day. Got sent you sheep![8]
[8] God send you a ship; i. e., May you prosper.