Vot I Like Und Don'd Like

I Don'd dink mooch off dose fine shapsVot lofe aboudt der schtreet,Und nefer pays der landladyFor vot dey haf to eat;

Who gifes der tailor notings,Und makes der laundress vait,Und haf deir trinks off lager bierAll "put ubon der schlate."

I don'd dink mooch off vimmin, too,Who dink it vas deir "schpeer"To keep oup vine abbearances,Und lif in " Grundy's " fear;Who dress demselves mit vine arrayTo flirt ubon der schtreet,Und leaf deir moders at der tubTo earn der bread dey eat.

I don'd like men dot feel so pigVen dey haf plenty geld,Who vas as Lucifer so broud,Und mit conceit vas schvelled.

Who dinks more off deir horse und dogAs off a man dot's poor,Und lets der schtarving und der sickGo hungry vrom der door.

I don'd dink mooch off dem dot holdtSo tight ubon a tollar,Dot, if 'tvas only shust alife,'Tvould make it shcream und holler.Vy don'd dey keep it on der move,Not hide avay und lock it?Dey gannot take it ven dey die:Der shroud don'd haf a pocket!

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I like to see a hand dot's brown,Und not avraid off vork;Dot gifes to dose vot air in need,Und nefer tries to schirk:

A man dot meets you mit a schmile,Und dakes you py der hand,Shust like dey do vhere I vas born,In mine own vaterland, —

Vhere bier-saloons don'd keep a schlate;Vhere tailors get deir pay,Und vashervimmin get der schtainpsFor vork dey dake avay;Vhere frauleins schtick righdt to der voikSo schteady as a glock,Und not go schtrutting droo der schtreetsShust like a durkey-cock;Vhere blenty und brosperitySchmile ubon efery hand:Dot ist der Deutscher's paradise;Das ist das Vaterland.