A Sad Love Story - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A SAD LOVE STORY. 
Oxcoose me if I shed some tears, Und wipe my nose away; Und if a lump vos in my troat, It comes up dere to shtay. 
My sadness I shall now unfoldt, Und if dot tail of we Don'd do some Dutchmans any good, Den I don'd pelief I know. 
You see I fall myself in love, Und effery night I goes Across to Brooklyn by dot bridge All dressed in Sunday clothes. 
A vidder vomans vos der brize, Her husband he vos dead; And all alone in this colt 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 und hills Und no one gets him oudt. 
If in der night some bank cashier Goes skipping off mit cash, I shleep so sound as nefer vas Vhile rich folks go to shmash. 
I court dat vidder sixteen months, Dot vidder she courts me, Und vhen I savs: "Vill too be mine?" She says: "You bet I'll be!" 
Ye vas engaged --Oh! blessed fact! I squeese dot dimpled hand; Her head upon my shoulder lays, Shust like a bag of sand. 
"Before the vedding day vas set," She vhispered in my ear, "I like to say I haf to use Some cash, my Jacob dear. 
"I owns dis house und two big farms, Und ponds und railroad stocks; Und up in Yonkers I bossess, A grand, big peesness block. 
"Der times vos dull, my butcher boy. . Der market voz no good, Und if I sell "-I squeezed her hant To show I understood. . 
Next day-excuse my briny tears-Dot shtocking took a shrink; I counted out twelve hundred in Der cleanest kind o' chink. 
Und later, by two days or more, Dot vidder shlopes avay; Und leaves a note behindt for me In which dot vidder say: 
"Dear Shake: Der rose vos redt, Der violet blue-You see I've left, Und you're left, too.-The Bowery Boy.