As any place but here.
My frow do noting but scold and scratch,
Un weare my breeches, too;
When I open my mouth she takes a stick
Un beats me black and blue.
Sourkrout un Sausages, etc.
I live mit her as long as I can,
Den I runs away—
To list for a soldier un Basastopole,
To fight for a shilling a day.