Shacob's Lament - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SHACOB'S LAMENT. 
Oxcoose me if I shed some tears, Und wipe my nose avay; Und if a lump was 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 cold 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 shtocking 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 sleep so sound as nefer vos, Vhile rich folks go to schmash. 
I court dot vidder sixteen months, Dot vidder she courts me, Und vhen I say: "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 was 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 and 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 shtopes avay; Und leaves a note behindt for me, In vich dot vidder say: 
Dear Shake: "Der rose vos redt, Der violet blue-You see I've left, Und you're left, too!"