He call’d for brote and Switzer kase;
And when he did his Switzer gizzle,
He thought that it was time for to mizzle.
De barkeeper say, “Pay for your rum.”
And den dat Dutchman tried to run;
De barkeeper let dat Dutchman fall,
You ought to hear dat Dutchman squall.
Dis Dutchman he begins and blows,
And de barkeeper hit him one in de nose,
He say, “Why don’t you pay your grub?”