Leedle Dutch Baby

Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter town!
Jabber und jump till der day gone down -
Jabber und sphlutter und sphlit hees jaws -
Vot a Dutch baby dees Londsmon vas!
I dink dose mout' vas leedle too vide
Ober he laugh fon dot altso-side!
Haff got blenty off deemple und vrown?
Hey! Leedle Dutchman come ter town!

Leedle Dutch baby, I dink me proud
Ober your fader can schquall dot loud
Ven he vas leedle Dutch baby like you
Und yoost don't gare, like he alvays do!
Guess ven dey vean him on beer, you bet
Dot's der because dot he aind veaned yet!
Vot you said off he dringk you down?
Hey! Leedle Dutchman come ter town!

Leedle Dutch baby, yoost schquall avay -
Schquall fon preakfast till gisterday!
Better you all time gry und shout
Dan shmile me vonce fon der coffin out!
Vot I gare off you keek my nose
Downside-up mit your heels und toes -
Downside, oder der oopside-down?
Hey! Leedle Dutchman come ter town!

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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Breitmanns Sleigh-Ride

Ven de winter make oos shifer
Und de bonds is froze mit ice,
To shlide und shkate on de rifer,
Mit de poys und gals is nice.
Ven de horses hafe deir bits on,
Und de roats pe vite mit shnow,
To vly in a sleigh like blitzen
Is de yolliest dings I know.

Und its high, hooray! saidt Breitmann
For de gals on de Dutchtown-side;
Und its lebe hoch! for de yunglins,
Votll go mit de gals to ride;
Und its hip, herjé! for de drifers
Vot nefer dake no odds!
Und its vivat! for de vellers,
Votll shtand de apple-tods!

Der Breitmann pooled his mits on,
Der Breitmann crocked his vip,
Now its fly like dunner blitzen,
Mein shildren, let er rip!
Like de eagles on de shtorm-cloudt
A-vlyin to deir nest;
Dere is opple-yack a-vaitin...

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Dot Leedle Boy.

    Ot's a leedle Christmas story
        Dot I told der leedle folks -
    Und I vant you stop dot laughin'
        Und grackin' funny jokes' -
    So-help me Peter-Moses!
        Ot's no time for monkeyshine',
    Ober I vas told you somedings
        Of dot leedle boy of mine!

    Ot vas von cold Vinter vedder,
        Ven der snow vas all about -
    Dot you have to chop der hatchet
        Eef you got der saur kraut!
    Und der cheekens on der hind-leg
        Vas standin' in der shine
    Der sun shmile out dot morning
        On dot leedle boy of mine.

    He vas yoost a leedle baby
        Not bigger as a doll
    Dot time I got acquaintet -
        Ach! you ought to heard 'im squall! -
    I grackys! dot's der moosic

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Breitmann In Holland - Leyden

Tis shveet to valk in Holland towns
Apout de twilicht tide,
Vhen all ish shdill on proad canals,
Safe vhere a poat may clide.
Shdrange light on darkenin vater falls,
In long soft lines afar,
Der abenddroth on dunkelheit,
Vitch shows or hides a star.

De pridges risen all aroundt
So quaindly, left und right,
Pedween each pridge und shattow, lies,
A lemon of yellow light,
Und das volk a-goin ober,
So darklin onwarts pass,
Dey look like Chinese shattows shown
Apofe a lookin-glass.

All shdiller grows, und shdiller,
Sogar die efenin preeze,
Ish only heardt far ober het
In dese long lines of drees;
A real oldt Holland feelin
Cooms gadderin ober all,
Youd nefer dink a sturm hat peen
Oopon dis Grand Canawl.

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Breitmann in Battle

DER FADER UND DER SON.

I dinks Ill go a vightin
outshpoke der Breitemann.
Its eighdeen hoonderd fordy-eight
since I kits swordt in hand;
Dese fourdeen years mit Hecker
all roostin I haf been,
Boot now I kicks der Teufel oop
and goes for sailin in.

If you go land out-ridin,
said Caspar Pickletongue,
Foost ding you knows you cooms across
some repels prave and young.
Away down Sout in Tixey,
deyll split you like a clam
For dat, spoke out der Breitmann,
I doos not gare one tam!

Who der Teufel pes de repels,
und vhere dey kits deir sass?
If dey make a run on Breitmann
hell soon let out de gas;
Ill shplit dem like kartoffels;
Ill schlog em on de kop;
Ill set de plackguarts roonin s...

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Hans Breitmanns Christmas

Häc est illa bona dies
Et vocata läta quies
Vina sitientibus.

Nullus metus, nec labores,
Nulla cura, nec dolores,
Sint in hoc symposio.
De Generibus Ebriosorum, Francoforti
- ad Mönum, A.D. 1585.

D vas on Weihnachtsabend
Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call
Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen
tid rent de Musik Hall;
Ash de Breitmen und die vomen
who vere in de Liederkranz
Vouldt blend deir souls in harmonie
to have a bleasin tantz.

Dey reefed de Hall mid pushes
so nople to pe seen,
Aroundt Beethovens buster
dey on-did a garlandt creen:
De laties vork like teufels
dwo tays to scroob de vloor
Und hanged a crate serenity
mit WILLKOMM! oop de toor!

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Breitmann and the Turners

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners,
Novemper in de fall,
Und dey gifed a boostin bender
All in de Turner Hall.
Dere coomed de whole Gesangverein
Mit der Liederlich Aepfel Chor,
Und dey blowed on de drooms and stroomed on de fifes
Till dey couldnt refife no more.

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners,
Dey all set oop some shouts,
Dey tookd him into deir Turner Hall,
Und poots him a course of shprouts.
Dey poots him on de barell-hell pars
Und shtands him oop on his head,
Und dey poomps de beer mit an enchine hose
In his mout dill hes pout half tead!

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners;
Dey make shimnastig dricks;
He stoot on de middle of de floor,
Und put oop a fifdy-six.
Und den he drows it to de roof,
Und schwig off a treadf...

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