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DA VOICE DA GERMANS MEESSED, by                    
First Line: Giuseppe scalabrella ees returna from da war
Last Line: An' den you shoulda hear da happy songs he seeng for me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.
Subject(s): Soldiers


GIUSEPPE SCALABRELLA ees returna from da war,
An' soocha happy Dagoman you nevva see bayfore.
He tooka playnta hands weeth heem w'en first he start away,
But he ees only gotta wan for workin' weeth to-day.
He walked upon a coupla legs bayfore da war began,
But now he's gotta crutcha-steeck for tak' da place of wan.
Giuseppe Scalabrella ees so glad as he can be;
You oughta hear da happy songs dat he ees seeng for me.

Giuseppe was a laborman dat use' for deeg da tranch
Bayfore he go weeth Oncla Sam for halp to save da French;
He was wan fina laborman bayfore he went to war,
But now he sure ees nevva gona deega tranch no more.
You theenk dat dees would mak' heem joost so sad as he could be --
But you should hear da happy songs dat he ees seeng for me.

He nevva chirped bayfore, but now he don'ta do a theeng
But seet aroun' da house an' seeng, an' seeng, an' seeng, an' seeng!
"I tal you, Tony, how eet ees," he say to me to-day;
"Da firsta battle I am een dey shoot my hand away;
An' w'en I was een hospital da time eet was so long,
I could no read, an' so you see I busted eento song.
I don'ta know da way eet com', but eet's so easy -- See?"
An' den you should a hear da happy songs he seeng for me!

"W'en I am wal agen," he say, "dey said I could no fight,
But steell I went for more -- an' dat's da time I got eet right!
Dey shoot me een da lefta leg -- an look da way I am.
But all da time een hospital I seeng my songs, by dam!
An' evrabody com' an' say: 'How wondraful ees he!'"
An' den you shoulda hear da happy songs he seeng for me.

"An' joost bayfore dey sand me home, my capitan he said:
'I s'pose you theenk da way you're treemmed you might as wal be dead,
But Oncla Sam ees feex eet so he gona find a trade
For evra crippled soldier, so you need no be afraid;
You no can deeg da tranch no more, but steell you should rayjoice
Baycause dose damma Germans deed no shoot you een da voice!'
Da 'Merican Caruso now, you see, I gona be!"
An' den you shoulda hear da happy songs he seeng for me.





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