What’s de matter, Susan, &c.
Sourkrout and Sausages.
I marry my frow—some childer I gets
As fat as little pigs,
Dey eat me out of my house un home
Un boterr me mit some rigs.
Chorus.—Sourkrout un Sausages—
Schnapps un lager bier,
I wish I was home mit my frow,