I lafs und sings, und shumps aroundt. Und somedimes acd so gueer. You ask me vot der matter ish? I'm filled mit lager peer. I hugs mine child, und giss mine vife. Oh, my dey was so dear; Bot dot ish ven, you know, mire friend, I'm filled mit lager peer. Eleetion gomes, I makes mire speech, Mine het it vas so glear: De beoples laf, und say ha, ha, He's filled mit lager peer. De oder night I got me mad, De beoples run mit fear. De bleeceman gome und took me down All filled mit lager peer. Next day I gomes pefore de judge, Says he, "Eh heh, you're here!" I gifs you yust five-fifty-five For trinking lager peer. I took mine bocket book qvick oud, So poor I don't abbear; Mine money all vas gone, mine friend Vas gone in lager peer. Und den dey dakes me off to shail, To work mine sendence glear, Und dere I shwears no more to be Filled oup mit lager peer. Und from dot day I drinks no more, Yah, dat ish very gueer, But den I found de tevil lifed In dot same lager peer. PFFENBERGER DEUTZELHEIM |