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G. SCALABRARTA, FINANCIER, by                    
First Line: Giuseppe scalabrart
Last Line: "for buy da house mysal'."
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.


GIUSEPPE SCALABRART'
He's gotta huckster-cart
Dat he ees push aroun'
Da streets een deesa town,
Wherevra dere's enough
To buy hees fruit an' stuff.
But wan day een hees cart
Dees fallow Scalabrart'
Ees carry, for a change,
A load dat's verra strange.

Here ees da way of eet:
Dere's lady een wan street
Dat owe heem seexty cent,
An' act so like she meant
She nevva gona pay;
An' she's gon' move away,
For on da house wan day
He see a sign dat say:
"Dees Property For Sell."
Giuseppe reeng da bell,

An' w'en she com' he say:
"My seexty cent; you pay
Eef mebbe so I find
Som'body dat'sa mind
For buy da house from you?"
She laugh an', "Eef you do,"
She say, "an' I can gat
My price -- four thousan' flat --
I pay your beell on sight."
Giuseppe say: "All right."

Eet's nexta morna w'en
He reeng da bell agen;
Da lady com' an' say:
"I want no fruit to-day."
But he say: "Waita, pleass!
Dese fruits no grow on trees;
Com', lady, looka dese!"
Den een hees cart he shows --
Now, w'at you gon' su'pose? --
Een undra pile of rags
Ees old teen cans an' bags,
An' dere ees som' of dese
Dat's full weeth ten-cent piece;

An' some weeth neeckels, too,
An' pennies; an' a few
Weeth feefty, twanty-fi',
An' som' got notes so high
As fi', ten-dollar beell!
He say: "Now, eef you weell,
Pleas', lady, be so kind
To count all dese, you'll find
Four thousan' dollar here --
No, notta quite, but near --
You see, I hate like hal
For losin' w'at you owe,
Dat seexty cent, you know,
And so I theenk eet wal
For buy da house mysal'."





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