Und of cause I drunk more lager as I nefer did pefore;
But schdill I know dot somedings sthruck my oudside voodshed door—
Only dot, und noding more.
From oud mine bed I makes von jumb, und see vot vos dis drubble,
Mine Got! vot makes mine legs so veak? I feel so not pefore;
I sckarce could valk, I could not talk, mine mind was in a muddle;
But I dought it vas Johnny Snyder dryin’ to open schud mine door,
Und mit cabbage-sdumps to hit me, as he often doned before—
Dis I said, und noding more.
Py und py I vos got praver; den I takes mine gun and sabre,