Now all you young vummins, votefer you do,
Don’t let dat Hans Dunder shpeak somedings mit you,
Un all you young fellers, ven you courts in de passage,
Dink of Hans un Katarina un de big Bolony sassage.
To the West!
To the West! to the West! to the land of the free,
Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea;
Where a man is a man, if he is willing to toil,
And the humblest may gather the fruits of the soil;