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228 Music of the Waters. |
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Fahr to Sen, seggt he, Zwintig Jahr, seggt he, Heff ook immer, seggt he, Gliicklich Fahren, seggt he.
Gale Arfen, seggt he, Kack ick mor, Rohr se immer, Diichtig dor. En Stiick Scheik, Samlich grot, Smecht och sen, Wiirklich good.
Back ick Kliiten, seggt he,
Wi bekannt,
Spee ick erst.
In die Hand,
Denn rull ick se,
Zirkel rund,
De smeckt good,
Sund gesund.
Wenn ick back, seggt he, Form Captein Mak ich alles, Sauber rein, Mit en Strump, Wisch ick ut, Erst dat Schottel Un den Putt.
Doch een Dehl, seggt he,
Is darbei,
Dat ick sorg,
Ook for my,
For myn Moh,
For myn Fli t,
Stock ick etvvas,
An de Siet.
Fort Logis, seggt he, Sorg ick ook, Denn ick bin Lannig klook, Goodes Futter, Un ook satt, Un den Rest, Kriggt de Kaff.
Dock ick at, seggt he, Geern Alleen, Jeder brukt, Richt tosehn, Wenn ick heff, Etwas goodes, Dat smeckt my Ganz lamos. |
Go to sea, says he, Twenty years, says he, And have always, says he, Mighty luck, says he.
Cook for me, says he, Yellow peas, Keep them stirred, Right away through ; A piece of lard, Jolly big ; Taste and see, Mighty good.
Baking dumplings, says he, As well known, I spit first In the hand, Then I roll them, Make them round. That tastes well, And is sound.
When I cook, says he, For the captain, I make all Neat and clean; I dry out, With a sock, First the basin, Then the board.
But one part, says he, That is there, For myself, I take care, For my worry And my trouble. Always something Put aside.
For my lodging, says he, Care is taken, For I am Mighty cute, Splendid grub, Mighty much, And the rest Gets the cat.
Better feed, says he, By myself, No man need Ought to see, When I have Something good, I like that Vastly much. |
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