Such shplendid close I den vood vear,
Dot all the gals around vood shdare.
In dot Union Park I’d drive all tay,
Und efery evenin go to der blay.
Hans Brinker, doo, felt almighty gweer,
(But dat mit peen von trinkin beer.)
Und he says to himself, as he valked along,
Hummin der tune of a olt lofe song,
“Dot’s der finest gal I efer did see,
Und I vish dot she my wife cood be.”