I stoompled oud ov a dafern, Berauscht mit a gallon of wein, Und I rooshed along de strassen, Like a derriple Eberschwein. Und like a lordly boar-big, I doomplet de soper folk; Und I trowed a shtone droo a shdreed lamp, Und bot' of de classes I proke. Und a gal vent roonin' bast me, Like a vild coose on de vings, Boot I gatch her for all her skreechin', Und giss her like efery dings. Und denn mit an board und a parell, I blay de horse-viddle a biece, Dill de neighbours shkreem "deat'!" und "murder!" Und holler aloudt "bolice!" Und vhen der crim night waechter Says all of dis foon moost shtop, I oop mit mein oomberella, Und schlog him ober de kop. I leaf him like tead on de bavemend, Und roosh droo a darklin' lane, Dill moonlighd und tisdand musik Pring me roundt to my soul again. Und I sits all oonder de linden, De hearts-leaf linden dree; Und I dink of de quick gevanisht lofe Dat vent like de vind from me. Und I voonders in mein dipsyhood, If a damsel or dream vas she! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK by WALT WHITMAN STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN CONTRABAND by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR NIMROD: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |