American Old Time Song Lyrics: 15 The Dutchmans Slate
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 15
THE DUTCHMAN'S SLATE.
Tune- "Enoch Arden."
Kind friends, you vas listen, I told you one story
Vhat happened to me here one day;
I keep of dis city a lager bier saloon,
And I think of dat business vill pay.
But my lager run out, and my Switzer-kase, too,
And I found out vhen it has been too late;
If you vaut to make money in dis kind of pusiness,
By Tam! you must not keep a slate.
My friend, Gasper Huntz, he called on me one day
And asked me for ein glass of bier;
He drink dat and said: It vas bully, anudder!
And den rubs his belly-right here.
He called for more lager, and Switzer-kase, too,
And den he said: Dat vas first-rate!
Vhen I ask him for pay, he do so-mit his eye
And told me: Put dat on do slate!
Now I don't like dat pusiness, and so I vas told him
One day vhen he come mit my store.
And dere I saw Gasper a drinking mine lager,
And huggin' my wife mit de door.
I take him shust so, mit de slack of his breechea,
And pitch him right out on his head;
I take down dat slate, and I break up dat pusiness,
And den, potz tausand! I vas mad.