I creep by dis tree and I digga her up,
(Da Grackla, da blossom, da tree-a I love,
Per Dio! and da art!) So I giva da shove,
I catcha da birda, I getta da tree,
I taka to Rosa my wife, and den she—
She gotta
In potta!
I creep by dis tree and I digga her up,
(Da Grackla, da blossom, da tree-a I love,
Per Dio! and da art!) So I giva da shove,
I catcha da birda, I getta da tree,
I taka to Rosa my wife, and den she—
She gotta
In potta!