"Vot hafe I got to do mit dot, anyvays? Id vas more ash a dousand years ago ven dot habbened, und I vas nod borned yet! You pig shackass, vot you means, anyvays?"
"Vell," says old schwell headt, "dot makes me nod different! I don'd hear me noding about it till lasd nightd, unt I'm going to 'put a headt' on every Shew I see, for doin' it!"
Vell, dot vas pig fool anyvays; so I left him and gone me home to Maria, und she pud mustard boultice on my schmeller. I vill sent dot feller up to blay "scheckers mit his nose," yust so soon as I catch him again!
DER MULE SHTOOD ON DER STEAMBOAD DECK.
Der mule shtood on der steamboad deck,
For der land he wouldn't dread.
Dhey tied a halder rount his neck,
Und vacked him over der headt.
But obstinate and braced he shtood,
As born der scene do rule.
A creature of der holt-back brood,—
A shtubborn, shteadfast mule.
Dhey cursed and shwore, bud he vould not go
Undill he felt inclined;
Und dough dhey dundered blow on blow,
He aldered nod his mind.
Der boats-boy to der shore complained,
"Der varmint's bound do shtay!"
Shtill ubon dot olt mule's hide
Der sounding lash made blay.
His masder from der shore reblied,
"Der boads aboud do sail;
As oder means in vain you've dried,
Subbose you dwist his dail.