Merely dis, und noding more.
Back indo my bedroom turning, all my sole mitin me burning,
Den vonce more I heert a tapping, someding louder as pefore.
Now I cries out, “Dunder vetter! vot the devil ish the madder?”
Surely dis ain’t Johnny Snyder hitting cabbage mit mine door?
No! I dink dis cannot be, for I bet, by geminee!
’Twas the vind, und noding more.
Oben here I flung mine vindow, ven dere all at vonce came into
A ding just like a big plack cat I never saw pefore;
Von fearful vink he gafe me, not von moment sdoped nor sdayed he;