ALL right, I know. All right, signor; Da same old question like bayfore! But you are not da only frand Dat com' to dees peanutta stand An' look me een da eye an' say: "Com'! why no gat married, eh?" To-day com' wan more wise dan you, Dat mebbe gona halp me, too. Do you remembra long ago, W'en first you speaka to me so, How dat I mak' confess' to you Dere was two fina girls I knew, But dat I like dem both so wal Eet was too hard for me to tal Wheech wan be besta wife for me? Wan girl was Angela, and she Was jus' so pretta as can be; An' she could seeng so sweet eet mak' Your hearta jomp so like eet br'ak, But dat was all dat she could do. An' den dere was Carlotta, too, Dat was da verra besta cook, But had no song or pretta look Like Angela, but steell was good For keep da house and carry wood. An' I was sad dat time, baycause I want a wife, but steell da laws Dey would not lat me marry two -- So w'at da deuce I gona do? An' you -- you had no word to say; But here to me ees com' to-day A leetla girl, good frand o' mine, Dat's only eight year old, or nine, But verra mooch more wise dan you. An' w'at you s'pose she tal me do? "Tak' Angela!" she say. "Why not? Den both of you could pay Carlot' To carry wood an' cooka too, An' justa keep da house for you." |