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,”