  Oxcoose me if I shed some tears, Und wipe my nose avay; Und if a lump vos in my troat, It comes up dere to shtay. My sadness I shall now unfoldt; Und if dot tale of woe Don'd do some Dutchmans any good, Den I don't pelief I know. You see I fall myself in love; Und effery night I goes Across to Brooklyn by dot pridge, All dressed in Sunday clothes. A vidder vomans vos der brize, Her husband he vos dead; Und all alone in this colt vorldt, Dot vidder vos, she said. Her heart for love vos on der pine, Und dot I like to see; Und all der time I hoped dot heart Vos on der pine for me. I keeps a butcher shop, you know, Und in a stocking stout, I put avay my gold and bills, Und no one gets him oudt. If in der night some bank cashier Goes skipping off mit cash, I shleep so sound as nefer vos, Vhile rich folks go to shmash. I court dot vidder sixteen months, Dot vidder she courts me; Und vhen I says, "Vill you be mine?" She says, "You bet I'll be!" Ve vos engaged—oh, blessed fact! I squeeze dot dimpled hand; Her head upon my shoulder lays, Shust like a bag of sand. "Before der vedding day vos set," She vispers in mine ear, "I like to say I haf to use Some cash, my Jacob, dear. "I owns dis house and two big farms, Und ponds und railroad shtock; Und up in Yonkers I bossess A grand big peesness block. "Der times vos dull, my butcher boy, Der market vos no good; Und if I sell"—I squeezed her handt To show I understood. Next day—oxcoose my briny tears— Dot shtocking took a shrink; I counted out twelf hundred in Der cleanest kind o' chink. Und later, by two days or more, Dot vidder shlopes avay; Und leaves a note behindt for me, In vhich dot vidder say,— "Dear Shake:— Der rose vas redt, Der violet blue— You see I've left, Und you're left, too!" |
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