The Norsk Nightingale - Being the Lyrics of a "Lumberyack" by William F. Kirk
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Den all his English soldiers scrap
Vith guns so big sum trees; And Yermans fight vith lager tap And planty Brickstein cheese. And so, betveen the two, dey chase Dese Frenchmen to tall pines; And old Napolyun hide his face, And yumping back to mines. Napolyun, he feels purty bum; And after vile he say, "Ef Maester Grouchy only com, Ve could have von to-day." But Grouchy ban asleep at svitch, So vat could Frenchman du? Dis har ban all the history vich Ay know 'bout Vaterloo. BARBARA FRIETCHIE Barbara Frietchie ban brave old hen, Her age it ban tree score and ten. She living in Frederick, Maryland,-- It ban yust a dinky von night stand. But Barbara rise to fame, yu bet, And folks ban talking about her yet. |
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