  Der meat-chopper hanged on der vhitevashed vall, For no gustomers comed to der putcher's shtall; Der sausage masheen was no longer in blay, And der putcher poys all had a holiday. Der shoemaker's poy comed dere to shlide On der door of der zellar, but shtealed inside: Mit der chopping masheen he peginned to make free, Un he cried, "Dere ish nopody looking at me." O! der shoemaker's poy, Un, O! der shoemaker's poy! Der day goed avay, un der night comed on. Ven der shoemaker vound dat his poy vas gone, He called up his vrow, un der search pegan To look for der poy, un vind him if dey can. Dey seeked un asked for him at efery door,— At der putcher's, der paker's, un groshery shtore; But der answer dey getted vas, "Nix cum arous." O! der shoemaker's poy, Un, O! der shoemaker's poy! Dey seeked him all night, un dey seeked him next tay Un for more as a mont vas der duyvil to pay, In der alleys, der houses, un efery place round, In der Toombs, in der rifer, un in der tog-pound. Dey seeked him in vain undil veeks vas bast, Un der shoemaker goed to his awl at last; Un ven he'd passed py, all der peeples vould cry, "Dere goes der shoemaker vot losed his poy!" O! der shoemaker's poy, Un, O! der shoemaker's poy! At lenkt der meat-chopping masheen vas in need: Der putcher goed to it, un dere he seed A pundle of pones; un der shoes vas dere Vot der long-lost shoemaker's poy did vear. His jaws were still vagging, un seemed to say, "Ven no one vas here, I got in to blay: It closed mit a shpring, un der poy so green Vas made sausage-meat by der chopping masheen." O! der shoemaker's poy, Der last of der shoemaker's poy! |
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