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the Indian's prayer. |
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I vould puild a pig house, have a couple of frows, If I had but a dousand a year, Peder Schpike, If I had but a dousaud a year.
PEDER SCHPIKE.
But subbose you gets sick on yo it ped, Yacob Schnapps
Mit trinking too much lager-bier? Un ven you grows old, if your frows 'gin to schold,
Den vot ish your dousand a year, Yacob Schnapps, Den vot ish your dousaud a year ?
YACOB SCHNAPPS.
Yot, a man sich as me to get sick, Peder Schpike ?
I dinks dat vould pe butty queer: Mine life I'd insure, un from Death pe secure,
If I had but a dousand a year, Peder Schpike, If I had but a dousand a year.
PEDER SCHPIKB.
Dere's a place vot ish petter as dis, Yacob Schnapps.
YACOB SCHNAPPS.
Yaw, der shtate von New Yarsey ish near!
POTH TOGEDER.
Let us poth emigrate to dat peautifool shtate,
Un ve'll soon make a dousand a year—yaw, inteed, Ye vill soon make a dousaud a year! |
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THE INDIAN'S PRAYER.
Let me go to my home hi the far distant land, To the scenes of my childhood in innocence blest; Where the tall cedars wave, and the bright waters flow Where my fathers repose, let me go, let me go— Where my fathers repose, let me go, let me go I |
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