Der Shoemaker Boy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DER SHOEMAKER BOY. Tune- "The Mistletoe Bough." 
De meat-chopper banged on de whitewashed wall, For no customers corned to de putcher's sthall; Der sausage machine was no longer in play, And de putcher poys all had a holiday. De shoemaker's poy come dere to slide On de door ob de cellar, but he stealed inside; Mit de chopping machiue he beginned to make free, And he cried, "Dare is nobody looking at me I" 
De day goed away, and de night com'd on, When de shoemaker found dat his poy was gone; He called up his frow, and dey both began To look for de poy, and find him if dey can. Dey seeked and asked for him at every door. At de putcher's, de paker's, an' grocery store; At de lager bier cellar, de station house, But all de answer dey got was "Nix cum rout," 
Dey seeked him all night, dey seeked him all day, And for more than a month dere was de debbil to pay, In der alleys, der houses, and every place 'round, In de river Moyainensing, and de old horse pond. De seeked him in vain until weeks was past, And de shoemaker goed to his awl at last; And when he passed by, de beoples would cry, "Dere goes de shoemaker what lost his poy. 
At length the meat-chopping machine was in need, De butcher goed to it, and dere he seed A bundle of bones, and de shoes was dere What de long-lost shoemaker's poy did wear. His jaws were still wagging, and seemed to say, "When no one was here I got in to play!" It closed mit a spring, and de poy so green Was made sausage-meat by de chopping machine.