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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
The Norsk Nightingale 
 
THE 
 NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Being the 
 Lyrics of a " Lumberyack " 
 
 By 
 WILLIAM F. KIRK 
 
 Boston 
 
 Small, Maynard & Company 
 1907 
 
Copyright, 1905, by 
 
 Small, Maynard & Company 
 
 (Incorporated) 
 
 Published, April, 1905 
 
 Press of 
 
 Geo. H. Ellis Co. 
 Boston, U.S.A. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 It is with a certain amount of misgiving 
 that the author sends out this little volume 
 of Scandinavian dialect verses. To the 
 residents of Northern Wisconsin and Min- 
 nesota, where the "lumberyack" lives and 
 thrives, the dialect will seem familiar enough ; 
 but to other readers such terms as " skol" 
 (shall or will), (( ban" (been), " panga" 
 (money), "sum" (than or as), may convey 
 little or no meaning. 
 
 But, if the Scandinavian dialect verses are 
 not widely popular, they are at least com- 
 paratively fresh and original; and to those 
 readers who can readily grasp the patois, 
 as well as to those who are compelled to 
 struggle painfully through its labyrinths, 
 this volume is respectfully dedicated. 
 
 R231.42 
 
CONTENTS 
 THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 HIS LYRICS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 "Yim" 3 
 
 Tillie Olson 4 
 
 The" Lumberjack " 6 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson 8 
 
 Olaf 9 
 
 "YennieDear" 11 
 
 "Peek-a-Boo" 13 
 
 Sonnet on Stewed Prunes 14 
 
 A Good Fellow 15 
 
 "It's Up to You" 17 
 
 HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 Horatius at the Bridge 21 
 
 William Tell 24 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish . . 26 
 
 Robinson Crusoe 28 
 
 George Washington 30 
 
 Paul Revere 32 
 
 Waterloo 34 
 
 Barbara Frietchie . 36 
 
 Sheridan's Ride 38 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Speak Gently 43 
 
 The Barefoot Boy 44 
 
 Father William 46 
 
 Abou Swen Anson 48 
 
 Maud Muller 49 
 
 Lucy Gray 51 
 
 Stealing a Ride 53 
 
 " Curfew shall not Ring To-night" . . 55 
 
 A Psalm of Life . 58 
 
 Annie Laurie 60 
 
 The Charge of the Light Brigade ... 61 
 
 Excelsior 63 
 
 Mortality 64 
 
 The Day is Done 65 
 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 HIS LYRICS 
 
"YIM" 
 
 Dar ban a little faller, 
 
 Ay tenk his name ban Yim, 
 And nearly every morning 
 
 Ay used to seeing him. 
 He used to stand in gatevay, 
 
 And call me Svede, and ay 
 Ant lak to hear dis nickname: 
 
 Ay ban a Norsk, yu say. 
 
 But he ban little faller, 
 
 Ay tenk 'bout sax years old, 
 And so ay used to lak him 
 
 He ban too small to scold. 
 Ay used to say, "Val, Yimmie, 
 
 Ay ant ban Svede, but yu 
 Can call me Svede, ay lak yu 
 
 And ant care vat yu du." 
 
 By Yeorge! Ay'm glad, ay tal yu, 
 
 Dat ay ban gude to him, 
 Because one venter morning 
 
 Ay ant see little Yim. 
 And next day funeral vagon 
 
 Com driving op to door, 
 And Yim, poor little faller, 
 
 Can't call me Svede no more! 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 TILLIE OLSON 
 
 Little Tillie Olson 
 
 Ban my little pearl; 
 God ant never making 
 
 Any nicer girl. 
 Dis bar Qveen of Sheba, 
 
 She ban nice to see; 
 But little Tillie Olson, 
 
 Ban gude enuff for me. 
 
 Ay ban yust a svamper 
 
 Vorking op in voods; 
 Ay ant ever having 
 
 Much of dis vorld's goods. 
 Ay know lots of ladies 
 
 Var ay used to be, 
 But little Tillie Olson 
 
 Ban gude enuff for me. 
 
 Over in Chicago 
 
 'Bout sax veeks ago, 
 Torger Yohnson tak me 
 
 Out to see nice show. 
 Chorus girls ban dancing 
 
 Purty fine, by yee; 
 But little Tillie Olson 
 
 Ban gude enuff for me. 
 4 
 
HIS LYRICS 
 
 Ven ve sit by fireplace 
 
 Op at Tillie's house, 
 She ban cuddling near me, 
 
 Yust lak little mouse. 
 After ve ban married, 
 
 Happy ve skol be. 
 Yas, little Tillie Olson 
 
 Ban gude enuff for me. 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 THE "LUMBERYACK" 
 
 "Roll out!" yell cookee. 
 " It ban morning," say he, 
 
 " It ban daylight in s vamps, all yu guys ! " 
 So out of varm bunk 
 Ve skol falling kerplunk, 
 
 And rubbing lak blazes our eyes. 
 Breakfast, den hustle; dinner, den yump! 
 Lumberyack faller ban yolly big chump. 
 
 "Eat qvick!" say the cook. 
 "Oder fallers skol look 
 
 For chance to get grub yust lak yu ! " 
 So under our yeans 
 Ve pack planty beans, 
 
 And Yim dandy buckvheat cakes, tu. 
 Den out on the skidvay, vorking lak mule. 
 Lumberyack faller ban yolly big fule 
 
 " Vatch out ! " foreman say. 
 Den tree fall yure vay, 
 
 And missing yure head 'bout an inch. 
 Ef timber ban green, 
 Ve skol rub kerosene 
 
 On places var cross cut skol pinch. 
 Sawing and chopping, freeze and den sveat. 
 Lumberyack faller ban yackass, yu bet. 
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The " Lumberyack" 
 
HIS LYRICS 
 
 Ven long com the spring, 
 Ve drenk and ve sing; 
 
 And calling town faller gude frend, 
 He help us to blow 
 Our whole venter's dough, 
 
 But ant got no panga to lend. 
 Drenk and headache, headache and drenk. 
 Lumberyack faller ban sucker, ay tenk. 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 LITTLE STEENA YOHNSON 
 
 Ay ban tenking lots of yu, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson, 
 Ay ban sure yu love me true, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson. 
 Oder geezers lak to play 
 In yure yard, but yu skol say, 
 "Ay don't lak yu fallers, nay!" 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson. 
 
 Some day yu skol be my vife, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson: 
 Ay ban glad, yu bet yure life, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson. 
 Ay ban vork lak nigger, tu, 
 Yumping 'round vith treshing crew; 
 Ay skol building home for yu, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson. 
 
 Maybe ve skol saving dough, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson; 
 Back to Norvay ve skol go, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson 
 Back var dis har midnight sun 
 Shining lak a son of a gun; 
 Ant yu tenk dis har ban fun, 
 
 Little Steena Yohnson? 
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HIS LYRICS 
 
 OLAF 
 
 Yust two years ago last venter 
 
 Ay meet Olaf op in camp; 
 Ve ban lumberyacks togedder. 
 
 Every morning ve skol tramp 
 'Bout sax miles yust after breakfast 
 
 Till ve come to big pine-trees; 
 Den our straw boss he skol make us 
 
 Vork lak little busy bees. 
 
 Olaf, he ban yolly faller, 
 
 He skol taling yoke all day; 
 Sometimes he sing dis bar ragtime, 
 
 Yust to passing time avay. 
 And at night, ven ve ban smoking 
 
 After supper, he skol make 
 All us lumberyacks to laughing 
 
 Till our belts skol nearly break. 
 
 Me and Olaf bunked together, 
 
 And sometimes he taling me 
 'Bout his vife and little Torger, 
 
 Who ban living cross big sea. 
 "Ay ban saving dough," say Olaf; 
 
 "And next summer, ef ay can, 
 Ay skol send for vife and baby; 
 
 Den ay ban a happy man ! " 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 One night Olaf getting letter 
 
 Ven ve coming back to camp; 
 He yust tal me, "Little Torger," 
 
 And his eyes ban gude and damp. 
 Dis ban how ay know vy Olaf 
 
 Never taling no more yoke, 
 Vy he yust sit down at night-time, 
 
 Close by me, var he skol smoke. 
 
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Olaf 
 
HIS LYRICS 
 
 "YENNIE DEAR" 
 
 Vy yu mak my heart to yump, 
 
 Yennie dear? 
 Ay ban yust a fulish chump, 
 
 Yennie dear. 
 
 Yu ban sveet lak summer rose, 
 Lak a qveen from head to toes. 
 Ay ant fit for you, ay s'pose, 
 
 Yennie dear. 
 
 Yu ban gude the whole day long, 
 
 Yennie dear; 
 Yu ant never du no wrong, 
 
 Yennie dear. 
 
 Ay ban tuff old lumberyack, 
 Taking drenk yust ven ay lak, 
 Getting slugged and slugging back, 
 
 Yennie dear. 
 
 But ven ay ban tenk of yu, 
 
 Yennie dear, 
 Ay ban all made over new, 
 
 Yennie dear, 
 Ef ay have yu at my side, 
 Ef yu ban my little bride, 
 Ay skol let dese fallers slide, 
 
 Yennie dear. 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Oh, ay need yu in my life, 
 
 Yennie dear; 
 Ef ay have an anyel vife, 
 
 Yennie dear, 
 Maybe ay can learn to be 
 Part lak anyel, tu, yu see; 
 But it ban big yob for me, 
 
 Yennie dear. 
 
HIS LYRICS 
 
 "PEEK-A-BOO" 
 
 "Peek-a-boo!" say little Olaf, 
 
 " Yu can't find me. Ay ban hid/' 
 Den ay used to look all over 
 
 For my little blue-eyed kid. 
 Op in attic, down in cellar, 
 
 Back of chairs on parlor floor ; 
 Den he used to laugh, and tal me, 
 
 "Ay ban back of kitchen door." 
 
 "Peek-a-boo!" he used to tal me. 
 
 " Shut yure eyes, and don't you peek ! " 
 Den ay feel his arms around me 
 
 And his kisses on my cheek. 
 "Now ay'm hiding, dad," he tal me! 
 
 "Maybe, ef you look some more, 
 Yu skol find yure little Olaf 
 
 Ay ban back of kitchen door." 
 
 "Peek-a-boo!" ay hear him calling,, 
 
 Lak he called long time ago. 
 Var ban little Olaf hiding ? 
 
 Maybe anyel fallers know. 
 Tousand times ay look to find him 
 
 Hiding back of kitchen door, 
 But ay only see some shadows: 
 
 Ay can't find him any more. 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 SONNET ON STEWED PRUNES 
 
 Ay ant lak pie-plant pie so wery veil; 
 Ven ay skol eat ice-cream, my yaws du ache; 
 Ay ant much stuck on dis har yohnnie-cake 
 Or crackers yust so dry sum peanut shell. 
 And ven ay eat dried apples, ay skol svell 
 Until ay tenk my belt skol nearly break; 
 And dis har breakfast food, ay tenk, ban fake : 
 Yim Dumps ban boosting it, so it skol sell. 
 But ay tal yu, ef yu vant someteng fine, 
 Someteng so sveet lak wery sveetest honey, 
 Vith yuice dat taste about lak nice port vine, 
 Only it ant cost hardly any money, 
 Ef yu vant someteng yust lak anyel fude, 
 Yu try stewed prunes. By yiminy ! dey ban gude. 
 
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HIS LYRICS 
 
 A GOOD FELLOW 
 
 Dey tal me ay ban a gude faller. 
 
 Ay guess dey ban right; but, yee whiz! 
 Ef yu ever ban a gude faller, 
 
 Yu know 'bout how costly it is. 
 Ay vork op in voods since Nowember, 
 
 And ban op on drive all the spring, 
 And den ay com down bar in city 
 
 And vatch all my riches tak ving. 
 
 Oh, yes, ay ban yolly gude faller, 
 
 All venter ay eat pork and beans; 
 Ay only ban har since last Monday, 
 
 Now ay ant got cent in my yeans. 
 Dese geezers dat call me " Old Stocking,' 1 
 
 And pat me lak hal on the back, 
 Skol give me gude snub 'bout to-morrow, 
 
 And calling me "slob lumberyack!" 
 
 Ay meet bunch of fallers last Monday, 
 
 Yust after ay cashing my check; 
 Ay s'pose dat ay have it all coming. 
 
 Val, ay getting it gude, right in neck. 
 Ay meet little blonde, her name's Yulia, 
 
 Ay tenk dis har Yulia ban Yew; 
 She touch me for 'bout saxty dollars, 
 
 And little gold watch ay have, tu. 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 But Yulia she call me gude faller, 
 
 Ay s'pose she tenk dat vill help some; 
 And all of dem call me gude faller, 
 
 And helping to put me on bum. 
 Val, back to the pines, Maester Olaf, 
 
 And driving yure old team of mules. 
 Put dis in yure pipe, tu, and smoke it: 
 
 Gude fallers ban mostly dam fules. 
 
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HIS LYRICS 
 
 "IT'S UP TO YOU" 
 
 Ay s'pose yu tenk life ban hard game. 
 
 Ay guess yu lak to qvit, perhaps. 
 Ay hear yu say, " It ban a shame 
 
 To see so many lucky chaps." 
 
 Yu say, " Dese guys ban mostly yaps : 
 Ay vish ay had some money, tu, 
 
 And not get all dese gude hard raps." 
 Val, Maester, it ban op to yu. 
 
 Sometimes ay s'pose yu vork long hours, 
 
 And ant get wery fancy pay; 
 Den yu can't buying stacks of flowers 
 
 And feed yure girl in gude cafe, 
 
 And drenk yin rickies and frappe. 
 Oh, yes ! dis mak yu purty blue. 
 
 Yu lak to have more fun, yu say? 
 Val, Maester, it ban op to yu. 
 
 Dis vorld ant got much room to spare 
 
 For men vich make dis hard-luck cry, 
 'Bout von square foot vile dey ban har, 
 
 And six feet after dey skol die. 
 
 Time " fugit," high-school vord for " fly " ; 
 And purty sune yure chance ban tru. 
 
 So, ef yu lak to stack chips high, 
 Val, Maester, it ban op to yu. 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 7-i 
 
HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE 
 
 Horatius ban brave yentleman, 
 
 Who vatch big bridge at night: 
 It ban gude many years ago, 
 
 Ay ant got date yust right. 
 Dar ban some foxy geezers 
 
 Who march avay from home, 
 And tenk they having qvite gude chance 
 
 To raise some hal in Rome. 
 
 Lars Porsena ban starting it, 
 
 Ay tenk Lars ban a Svede; 
 He raise 'bout tousand soldiers, 
 
 And put himself in lead. 
 Then he began tu marching, 
 
 And all his frends march, tu, 
 Till they skol come almost to Rome, 
 
 Var dey skol rest a few. 
 
 Then op spake Maester Horatius, 
 
 Captain of dis har gate : 
 " To every yackass on dis earth 
 
 Death coming sune or late. 
 So how can ay die better 
 
 Than vatching bridge, yu say? 
 Now who skol standing on my front 
 
 And vatching bridge vith me ? " 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Then Maester Laertus Larson, 
 
 A scrapper fine ban he, 
 Say, "Ay skol standing on yure back, 
 
 But not on front, by yee!" 
 And old Herminius Hermanson 
 
 He ban gude fighter, tu, 
 
 Say, "Ay skol taking little smash 
 At dese har Svedes vith yu!" 
 
 So ven dis Maester Porsena 
 
 Ban come to big bridge gate, 
 He sees three husky lumberyacks, 
 
 And know he come tu late. 
 But Lars, he ant ban qvitter, 
 
 He send 'bout saxteen men 
 To taking bridge, by yiminy, 
 
 Dey ant come back again! 
 
 While old Horatius and his frends 
 
 Ban vatching bridge so gude, 
 Some aldermen on oder shore 
 
 Ban sawing planty vood. 
 Ay tal yu, ven dese boodlers 
 
 Ban start to tear tengs down, 
 Dar ant no better vorkers 
 
 Novere in whole dam town. 
 
HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 So ven dis bridge start falling, 
 
 Horatius' f rends yump back; 
 And he skol stand alone dar 
 
 He ban brave lumberyack. 
 Then he yump into Tiber, 
 
 And say, "Ay skol svim home!" 
 Dis har ban how Horatius 
 
 Skol turn gude trick for Rome 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 WILLIAM TELL 
 
 Dar ban a man named Villiam Tell 
 
 Who ban a qvite gude shot. 
 Ay bet yu, ven he tak nice aim, 
 
 He alvays hit the spot. 
 Ay s'pose he hunting every day 
 
 And killing lots of game; 
 Ef he ban missing such a chance, 
 
 Ay tenk it ban a shame. 
 
 Some fallers yump on him von day, 
 
 And taking him to yail, 
 And tal him he skol have to pay 
 
 Sax tousand dollars' bail. 
 "Yeewhiz!" say Tell. "Sax tousand bones! 
 
 Ay ant got saxty cents ! " 
 And so dey mak him breaking stones 
 
 Behind big iron fence. 
 
 Den Olaf Gessler say to him: 
 
 " Bill, yu ban qvite gude shot, 
 So ay skol give yu yust von chance 
 
 To vinning nice yack pot. 
 Yure son ban purty brave young kid; 
 
 Ay tell yu, on the dead, 
 Yu skol go free ef you can shoot 
 
 Dis apple off his head." 
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HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 " Yerusalem ! " say Bill, " ef you 
 
 Skol give me drenk of bock, 
 Ay bet yu ay can shoot dis fruit 
 
 Off little Yimmie's block; 
 But, ef ay shoot tu low, val, den 
 
 Yust sidestep qvick, by heck, 
 Or yu skol finding little bunch 
 
 Of arrows in yure neck ! " 
 
 So Olaf frame it op for Bill, 
 
 And Bill he tak gude aim, 
 And shoot at little Yimmie's block, 
 
 Ay tal yu, he ban game. 
 And Bill skol knocking apple off, 
 
 And Yim vent back to school; 
 But Olaf put Bill back in yail, 
 
 And tal him, "April fool!" 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES 
 STANDISH 
 
 Miles Standish ban having a courtship 
 
 Ven all of his fighting ban tru; 
 Maester Longfaller tal me about it, 
 
 And so ay skol tal it to yu. 
 He say to his room-mate, Yohn Alden: 
 
 " Yu know dis Priscilla, ay s'pose. 
 Last veek, ven ay try to get busy, 
 
 Priscilla yust turn op her nose." 
 
 Yohn Alden ban nervy young faller. 
 
 So Standish yust tal him: "Old pal, 
 Pleese boost me to dis har Priscilla, 
 
 Yu know ay can't talk wery val. 
 Pleese tal her ay ban a gude soldier, 
 
 And say ay have money in bank. 
 Ay'd du dis myself, but, ay tal yu, 
 
 My manners in parlor ban rank.' 9 
 
 So Yohn go and call on Priscilla, 
 
 And happen to finding her in; 
 He sit close beside her on s6fa, 
 
 And give her gude lots of his chin. 
 " Miles Standish," he say, " ban gude faller, 
 
 Hot stuff vith his pistol and knife; 
 
HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 And so ay ban coming to tal yu 
 He'd lak yu, Priscilla, for vife." 
 
 Priscilla, she listen to Alden, 
 
 And den give him cute little venk, 
 And say: " Vy not speak for yureself, Yohn ? 
 
 Miles Stan dish ban lobster, ay tenk." 
 So Standish get double crossed planty; 
 
 And dat's yust vat AY vant, by yee, 
 Ef ever ay get any faller 
 
 To doing my sparking for me! 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 ROBINSON CRUSOE 
 
 Maester Robinson Crusoe ban lonely old 
 
 faller 
 
 Who ban on an island glide long time ago ; 
 His friends all ban lost in a yolly big ship- 
 wreck; 
 
 But Robinson alvays ban lucky, yu know. 
 He get on dis island, and can't get avay. 
 " By yiminy," say Crusoe, " ay tenk ay skol 
 stay!" 
 
 Von day some cannibals com to dis island, 
 And brenging some frends just to make 
 
 little stew. 
 Dese frends dey ant lak to be made into 
 
 cooking, 
 
 And von faller dodge dis har cannibal crew. 
 His name it ban Friday. He ban a gude 
 
 coon, 
 
 And Crusoe and he start to eat from same 
 spoon. 
 
 Dey have lots of fun on dis har desert island, 
 
 Dey play seven up and casino, ay tenk; 
 And Crusoe put on a nice bar-tender's apron, 
 And taught Maester Friday to mix a gude 
 drenk. 
 
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HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 Dey get kind o' used to dis old desert isle, 
 And get 'long togedder qvite gude for a vile. 
 
 But Friday ban coon, and yu know dese coon 
 
 fallers 
 Ban looking for tips yust so sharp sum dey 
 
 can. 
 
 So Friday yust tal Maester Robinson Crusoe, 
 " Ay tenk, Maester Crusoe, yu ban a cheap 
 
 man." 
 Den he yump into ocean, and svim yust lak 
 
 hal, 
 And Robinson Crusoe ban losing his pal. 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 GEORGE WASHINGTON 
 
 Yeorge Vashington ban honest man. 
 Ven dis bar country first began, 
 Yeorge ban a yen'ral, and yu bet 
 Dese English fallers know it yet. 
 Ven he ban small, his fader say, 
 " Ef yu skol breng in vood to-day, 
 And feeding cow and chickens, tu, 
 Ay skol yust blow myself on yu." 
 
 Val, sure enuff, ven Yeorge du chore, 
 His fader hike for hardvare store, 
 And buy gude hatchet, only it 
 Ban second-hand a little bit. 
 Dar ban on edge some little dents, 
 It ban marked down to saxty cents. 
 He pay sax cents to sharpen axe, 
 And so it cost him saxty-sax. 
 He tak it home to Yeorgie, tu, 
 And say, "Ay ant ban fuling you." 
 
 Next day Yeorge tak dis hatchet out, 
 And start to rubber all about 
 For someteng he can chop, yu see, 
 And den he pipe nice cherry-tree. 
 "By Yudas! Dis ban soft!" say he. 
 " Ef dis bar axe ban any gude, 
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HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 Dis tree skol sune ban kindling vood." 
 So Yeorge give cherry-tree gude whack, 
 And sveng dis axe lak lumberyack; 
 And yust ven tree ban falling down, 
 His fader coming back from town. 
 Yeorge see old yent ban standing dar, 
 Smoking gude fifteen-cent cigar; 
 And so he say: " Val, holy yee! 
 Ay guess the yig ban op vith me. 
 Dear fader, AY chopped down dis tree! " 
 
 Dar ban gude moral har for youth: 
 Ven lie ban fulish, tal the truth! 
 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 PAUL REVERE 
 
 Listen, Christina, and yu skol hear 
 'Bout midnight ride of Paul Revere. 
 Seventeen hundred seventy-five, 
 Hardly a geezer ban now alive 
 Who live har ven Paul ban wolunteer. 
 
 Some British fallers ban getting gay, 
 So Paul yust giving his horse some hay 
 And say, " Ay skol mak a grand-stand play ! " 
 Den he tal Yohn Brenk, Yohn ban his frend 
 Who borrow venever Paul skol lend, 
 "Yohn, yust go up har in old church tower, 
 And, yust so sune sum yu find out hour 
 British skol march, give me good yal, 
 And ay skol hustle and ride lak hal!" 
 
 So op in the church go old Yohn Brenk, 
 It ban first time in his life, ay tenk; 
 And, ven dese English get busy, he yal, 
 And vave big lantern to his gude pal, 
 Maester Paul Revere, who yump on mare, 
 And off for Lexington he skol tear. 
 "Yee whiz!" he say, "after dis, ay guess, 
 Ay skol getting my picture in Success. 
 Dey skol tenk ay'm smart old son of a gun 
 Ven I gallop into Lexington!" 
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HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 Val, he mak dis ride, yu bet yure life! 
 And fallers grab gun and drum and fife, 
 And march to scrap vith dese British men. 
 Maester Paul ban yolly brave hero den. 
 And back in the church tower old Yohn Brenk 
 Climb from his perch, and tak gude drenk. 
 Val, dis ban all, Christina dear, 
 'Bout midnight ride of Paul Revere. 
 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 WATERLOO 
 
 At Vaterloo dar ban a scrap 
 
 Glide many year ago. 
 Napolyun, he ban brave old chap 
 
 And boss of whole French show. 
 And Maester Vellington, he say, 
 
 "Ay skol mak gude defence, 
 And make dis Bonypart and Ney 
 
 To look lak saxty cents." 
 
 Dey start to fight on Sunday morn; 
 
 And preacher say to Nap: 
 "Now, yust so sure sum yu ban born, 
 
 Yu're going to fall in trap. 
 Ef yu got any vork to du, 
 
 Yust chuse some oder day." 
 But Nap say, " To the voods vith yu ! 
 
 Mak dis har bugle play!" 
 
 Ven Maester Vellington vake op, 
 
 He see a gude big hill, 
 Vith plenty soldier men on top, 
 
 Ay bet he got gude chill. 
 " Yerusalem ! " he tal his men, 
 
 "Dese French ban purty t'ick. 
 Ay tenk by qvarter after ten 
 
 Dey skol feel gude and sick." 
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HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 Den Yen'ral Blucher com along, 
 
 And loading op his gun; 
 And dis mak tengs look purty strong 
 
 For Maester Vellington. 
 Two heads ban more sum von, yu see; 
 
 And Vellington, he say, 
 " Yust keep yure Yerman gang vith me, 
 
 And ve skol vinning day." 
 
 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. 
 
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THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 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. 
 Ef yu lak to know yust how dis ban, 
 Ay skol tal yu story the best ay can. 
 
 Op the street com Yen-ral Yackson, 
 Ay bet yu he ban a gude attraction; 
 For all dese Reubs skol rubber lak hal, 
 And some of dem calling the yen'ral " pal." 
 Yackson, he see dem on both sides 
 Shooting dis bunk to save deir hides. 
 Den op in vindow he see big flag, 
 And tenk at first he must have a yag. 
 No: sure enuff, it ban Union Yack. 
 So Stonevall stand on his horse's back, 
 Yell at his men. Dey shoot, von and all, 
 And into the gutter flag skol fall. 
 
 Den Barbara get pretty mad, yu bet, 
 And say, "Ay skol fule dese geezers yet." 
 She run to her bureau double haste, 
 And, yerking out dandy peek-a-boo waist, 
 
HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 Nail it to flagstaff, and vave it hard, 
 
 And say: "Dis skol hold yu avile, old pard. 
 
 Shoot, ef yu must, dis peek-a-boo, 
 
 Ef it ant qvite holy enough for yu, 
 
 And tak gude aim at dis old gray head, 
 
 But spare yure country's flag!" she said. 
 
 Den Stonevall Yackson look purty cheap, 
 And all his soldiers feel yust lak sheep. 
 He say: "Dis lady skol standing pat. 
 She ban game old party, ay tal yu dat. 
 Who taking a shot at yon gray hair 
 Skol get gude ticket for Golden Stair!" 
 
 All day long in Frederick town 
 
 Soldiers ban marching op and down. 
 
 And late dat night, ven dey leave on Soo, 
 
 Dey see dis fluttering peek-a-boo. 
 
 And Stonevall Yackson say, " Vat yu tenk ! " 
 
 And yerk out bottle and tak gude drenk. 
 
 37 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 SHERIDAN'S RIDE 
 
 Ef yu ban vise, and ay s'pose yu ban, 
 Yu know 'bout Yeneral Sheridan; 
 But maybe yu ant remember the day 
 Ven he yump on horse, and den he say, 
 " Ay'm yust about tventy-sax miles avay." 
 
 Some rebel fallers ban start big row 
 In Vinchester. Ay ant know yust how, 
 But ay tenk dey yump on some Yankee guys, 
 And trying to give dem gude black eyes. 
 So Yeneral Sheridan hear dese guns, 
 And drank some coffee and eat some buns, 
 And tal dis bar landlord, " Gude-by, Yack, 
 Ay skol paying my bill ven ay com back ! " 
 Den he ride so fast that sune he say, 
 " Val, now ay ban saxteen miles avay ! " 
 
 Dese cannons ban roaring gude and loud, 
 It ban tough game for dis Yankee crowd; 
 And Lieut. Olson, he tal his pal, 
 "'Ay tank ve ban due to run lak hal!" 
 So dey start to run, or else retreat, 
 Dis ban noder name for gude cold feet; 
 And dey run so fast sum dey can go, 
 Lak Russians luring dese Yaps, yu know. 
 38 
 
HIS HISTORICAL TALES 
 
 " Yee whiz ! " say Sheridan. " Yump, old hoss ! 
 Ay tenk my soldiers get double cross, 
 Ay s'pose yure hoofs getting purty sore, 
 But ve only got 'bout sax miles more!" 
 
 Val, Yeneral Sheridan meet his men, 
 And he say: "It's now yust half -past ten. 
 Ay hope ay skol never go to heaven 
 Ef dese Rebel Svedes ant licked by eleven. 
 Yust turn round now in yure track! 
 Come on, yu fallers! Ve're going back!" 
 And yu bet yure life dey vent back, tu, 
 And put gude crimp in dis Rebel crew. 
 But soldiers ban careless sons of guns, 
 And the yeneral never settled for buns. 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
SPEAK GENTLY 
 
 Speak yentle; it ban better far 
 
 To rule by love dan fear ; 
 Ef yu speak rough, yu stand nice chance 
 
 To get gude smash on ear. 
 
 Speak yentle to the coal-man he 
 
 Ban easy to get mad; 
 Ef yu ant getting any coal, 
 
 By yinger, dat ban bad! 
 
 Speak yentle to the alderman, 
 
 Ven he ban feeling blue, 
 And maybe, ven he turn gude trick, 
 
 He skol whack op vith yu. 
 
 Speak yentle to yure lady frends, 
 
 And give gude lots of bunk, 
 Ef yu skol lak to getting chance 
 
 To put yure clothes in trunk. 
 
 Speak yentle to Yim Yeffries, tu, 
 Ay tenk dis ban gude hunch; 
 
 Den yu ant need to put yure face 
 On Maester Yeffries' punch! 
 
 Speak yentle everyvere yu go, 
 
 And people skol forget 
 That yu ban vatching for gude chance 
 
 Tu vinning every bet! 
 43 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 THE BAREFOOT BOY 
 
 Blessings on yu, little man! 
 Barefoot boy, ay tenk yu can 
 Getting all yu lak, by yee! 
 Yu ban gude enuff for me. 
 Yu ant got so many clo'es, 
 Dar ban freckles on yure nose, 
 And ay guess yu're purty tuff, 
 'Cause yu ask for chew of snuff. 
 But, by yinks, ay lak yure face, 
 Yu can passing any place. 
 
 Barefoot boy, ef ay could du 
 Yenuine po'try lak the kind 
 
 Maester Vittier wrote for yu, 
 Ay vould write; but never mind, 
 
 Ay can tal yu vat ay know, 
 
 Even ef dese vords ant flow 
 
 Half so slick sum poet's song. 
 
 Anyhow, ay don't mean wrong. 
 
 Ven ay see yu, little kid, 
 
 Ay skol taking off my lid. 
 
 Oder little boys ay see 
 
 Ant look half so gude to me. 
 
 Some of dem ban rich men's boys, 
 Who ban having planty toys, 
 44 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 Vearing nicest clo'es in town, 
 Lak dis little Buster Brown. 
 Don't yu care ! Ven dey grow up,, 
 
 And ban shining at pink tea, 
 Drenking tea from china cup, 
 
 Yu skol give dem loud tee-hee- 
 Yu skol laugh at dis har mob 
 Ven dey come to yu for yob. 
 Barefoot boy, yu ant got cent; 
 
 But ay tal yu dis, some day 
 Yu got chance for president 
 
 Ef dese woters com yure vay. 
 Yust keep vistling all day long, 
 Yust keep senging little song, 
 And ef yu skol alvays love 
 Some one who ban op above, 
 Who ban making day and night* 
 He skol fix yu out all right. 
 
 45 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 FATHER WILLIAM 
 
 " Yu ban old, Fader Olaf," a young geezer 
 say, "yure hair it ban whiter sum snow; 
 
 Ay lak yu to tal me how yu keep so young. 
 By Yudas ! Ay ant hardly know." 
 
 " Ven ay ban a young kid," Fader Olaf he 
 say, "ay never hang out in saloon; 
 
 Ay never ban smoking dese bar cigarettes, or 
 sitting on sofa and spoon ! " 
 
 " Yu ban slim, Fader Olaf," the young faller 
 say: "old fallers ban mostly dam fat. 
 
 Yu measure 'bout tventy-sax inches round 
 vaist, vat for ban the reason of dat ? " 
 
 "In the days of my youth," Fader Olaf 
 reply, " ay ant drenk no lager from cup ; 
 
 Ay let all my frends fight dis bourbon and 
 rye, and alvays pass breakfast f ude up ! " 
 
 " Fader Olaf, yure eyes ban so bright sum a 
 star, yu ant vear no glasses at all; 
 
 Ay lak yu to tal me gude reason for dis; 
 
 ay hope yu don't give me no stall." 
 
 46 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 "All the days of my life," Fader Olaf den 
 say, "ay never ban going to shows, 
 
 And straining my eyes vatching dese chorus 
 girls vich ant vearing wery much clo'es ! " 
 
 Den young f aller say, " Fader Olaf, ay tenk 
 yu ban full of yinger, old pal; 
 
 But yu had to be missing gude times all yure 
 life, so ay skol keep on raising hal ! " 
 
 4? 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 ABOU SWEN ANSON 
 
 Abou Swen Anson (he ban yolly dog) 
 Ban asleep von night so sound lak log, 
 Ven all at vonce he tenk it sure ban day. 
 "Ay skol vake op now," Maester Anson say. 
 But, ven he vake, it ant ban day at all, 
 He see a gude big light right close to vail, 
 And dar ban anyel faller vith stub pen. 
 " Gude morning, maester anyel man, " say 
 
 Swen. 
 
 " Ay s'pose," he tal the anyel, " yu ban har 
 To pay me wisit. Skol yu have cigar ?" 
 The anyel shake his head, and Abou Swen 
 Ask him : " Val, Maester, vy yu com har den ? 
 Vat skol yu write in dis har book of gold ? " 
 The anyel say, "All fallers, young and old, 
 Who go to church and prayer-meeting, tu; 
 But ay ant got a place in har for yu." 
 " Ay s'pose," say Abou, " yu got noder book 
 For common lumberyacks vich never took 
 Flyer at church or dis har Sunday-school, 
 But yust try hard to keeping Golden Rule. 
 Ef yu got dis book, Maester, put me in!" 
 Den anyel look at Abou, and he grin. 
 "Abou," he say, "shak hands. Yu talk qvite free, 
 But,yiminy Christmas, yu look gude to me! " 
 48 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 MAUD MULLER 
 
 Maude Muller, on nice summer day, 
 Raked in meadows sveet vith hay. 
 
 Her eyes ban sharp lak gude sharp knife; 
 She ban nice girl, ay bet yure life. 
 
 Before she ban dar wery long, 
 She start to senging little song. 
 
 The Yudge come riding down big hill 
 In nice red yumping ottomobill. 
 
 Maude say, " Hello, Yudge, how ban yu ? " 
 The Yudge say, " Maudie, how y' du ?" 
 
 He say: "Skol yu tak little ride? 
 Ef yu skol lak to, yump inside." 
 
 So Maude and Yudge ride 'bout sax miles, 
 And Yudge skol bask in Maude's sveet smiles. 
 
 The Yudge say, " Skol yu be my pal ? " 
 Den ottomobill bust all to hal. 
 
 Den Maude ban valking 'bout half vay 
 Back to meadows sveet vith hay. 
 49 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 " Ay luv yu still, dear/' say the Yudge ; 
 But Maude she only say, "O fudge!" 
 
 Of all sad vords dat men skol talk, 
 
 The saddest ban, "Valk, yu sucker, valk!" 
 
 50 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 LUCY GRAY 
 
 Ay s'pose yu know 'bout Lucy Gray 
 
 Who used to play on moor, 
 And having qvite gude time all day 
 
 Beside her fader's door. 
 
 Dis Maester Vordsvorth write it down, 
 
 Gude many years ago, 
 How Lucy start to valk to town 
 
 In gude big drifts of snow. 
 
 " Lucy," her fader say, " yust tak 
 
 Dis lantern from the shelf." 
 Say Lucy, " Ay have kick to mak; 
 
 Vy don't yu go yureself ?" 
 
 But Lucy's dad ant stand no talk, 
 
 And say, " Yu have to go!" 
 So Lucy Gray tak little valk 
 
 To town in dis har snow. 
 
 Miss Lucy ant come back dat night, 
 And ant come back next day; 
 
 And den her parents get gude fright. 
 "Our kid ban lost!" dey say. 
 51 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Dey look for tracks vich Lucy mak, 
 And find some tracks dat go 
 
 Up to a bridge on little lake, 
 And den ban lost in snow. 
 
 And so dey tenk Miss Gray ban lost, 
 
 And feeling purty bum. 
 The funeral saxty dollars cost, 
 
 And all the neighbors com. 
 
 But Lucy ant ban lost at all. 
 
 She met a travelling man. 
 He ban a bird. His name ban Hall, 
 
 And off for town dey ran. 
 
 And Maester Hall and Lucy Gray 
 
 Ban married in St. Yo, 
 And dey ban keeping house to-day 
 
 In Kansas City, Mo. 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 STEALING A RIDE 
 
 Yumping over crossings, 
 
 Bumping over svitches, 
 Till ay tenk dis enyine 
 
 Going to fall in ditches; 
 Hiding vith some cattle, 
 
 Ay tenk 'bout saxty-eight; 
 Yiminy! Dis ban yolly, 
 
 Stealing ride on freight 
 
 Ay ban yust tru treshing 
 
 Op in Nort Dakota; 
 Now ay guess ay'm going 
 
 Back to old Mansota. 
 Now dis train ban stopping, 
 
 'Bout sax hours to vait; 
 Yiminy! Dis ban yolly, 
 
 Stealing ride on freight. 
 
 Ay skol stretch a little 
 
 Yust to tak a sleep; 
 Den my head bump into 
 
 Gude big fader sheep. 
 Yee! His head ban harder 
 
 Sum a china plate; 
 Dis ban yolly doings, 
 
 Stealing ride on freight. 
 53 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Yumping over crossings, 
 
 Bumping over svitches, 
 Till my side ban getting 
 
 Saxty-seven stitches. 
 Ay hear brakeman faller 
 
 Say, "Yust ten hours late!" 
 It ban hal, ay tal yu, 
 
 Stealing ride on freight. 
 
 54 
 
The Harvest Hand 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 "CURFEW SHALL NOT RING 
 TO-NIGHT" 
 
 England's sun ban slowly setting on big hill- 
 tops far avay; 
 
 Dis bar sun ban tired of standing, so it lak 
 to set, yu say; 
 
 And yust ven dis sun ban setting, it shine 
 hard on Yosephine; 
 
 She ban talking to the sexton, and ban feel- 
 ing purty mean. 
 
 " Now," she tal him, " yust be careful, . . . 
 ay skol fix it op all right; 
 
 Yust one teng ay lak to tal yu, Curfew skol 
 not reng to-night ! " 
 
 Val, the sun yust keep on setting, and the sex- 
 ton start for bell. 
 
 "Vait a minute!" Yosie tal him; sexton 
 answer, " Vat to 'ell ? " 
 
 "Val," she say, "ay having sveetheart who 
 ban over har in yail, 
 
 Ay ban vorking hard for money, nuff so ay 
 can pay his bail; 
 
 But it ant no use to du it, and dis har old 
 yudge skol write 
 
 That he dies ven bell start going. Curfew 
 skol not reng to-night!" 
 55 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Den, yu say, dis maester sexton, he can't 
 
 hearing Yosephine; 
 He ban vork in boiler factory ven he ban 
 
 about saxteen, 
 And it mak him deaf lak blazes. So he 
 
 go and grabbing rope; 
 But Miss Yosephine ant qvitter, she ant 
 
 losing any hope. 
 No, sir! she run op in bell tower, yust so 
 
 fast sum she can run, 
 And she tak gude hold on bell tongue, and 
 
 hang on lak son of a gun. 
 
 Maester sexton, he keep renging, but dis bell 
 ant reng, yu say; 
 
 For Miss Yosephine ban op dar; she ant 
 ban no country yay. 
 
 Ay yust bet yu she get groggy, for her yob 
 ban purty tough; 
 
 But the bell don't "dingle dangle," it ant 
 even making bluff. 
 
 " Val, by yinger!" say the sexton, "dis bar 
 rope ban awful tight." 
 
 Yosephine look down, and tal him, " Cur- 
 few skol not reng to-night!" 
 
 56 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 Purty soon it ban all over. Sexton, he ban 
 
 start for town, 
 And Miss Yosie rest a minute, den ay s'pose 
 
 she coming down. 
 Anyhow, she go next morning for gude talk 
 
 vith some poleece, 
 And she yolly Maester Cromwell he ban 
 
 Yustice of the Peace. 
 " Gude for yu, " say Maester Cromwell, " ay 
 
 - skol let him live, all right: 
 Yust because yu fule dis sexton curfew 
 
 skol not reng to-night ! " 
 
 57 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 A PSALM OF LIFE 
 
 Tal me not, yu knocking fallers, 
 
 Life ban only empty dream; 
 Dar ban planty fun, ay tal yu, 
 
 Ef yu try Yohn Yohnson's scheme. 
 Yohn ban yust a section foreman, 
 
 Vorking hard vay up on Soo; 
 He ban yust so glad in morning 
 
 As ven all his vork ban tru. 
 
 "Vork," say Yohn, " ban vat yu mak it. 
 
 Ef yu tenk yure vork ban hard, 
 Yu skol having planty headaches, 
 
 Yes, yu bet yure life, old pard; 
 But ay alvays yerk my coat off, 
 
 Grab my shovel and my pick, 
 And dis yob ant seem lak hard von 
 
 Ef ay du it purty qvick." 
 
 Yohn ban foreman over fallers. 
 
 He ant have to vork, yu see ; 
 But, yu bet, he ant no loafer, 
 
 And he yust digs in, by yee! 
 " Listen, Olaf ," he skol tal me, 
 
 " Making living ant no trick, 
 And the hardest yob ban easy 
 
 Ef yu only du it qvick ! " 
 58 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 Let us den be op and jumping, 
 
 Always glad to plow tru drift ; 
 Ven our vork ban done, den let us- 
 
 Give some oder faller lift. 
 Den, ay bet yu, old Saint Peter, 
 
 He skol tenk ve're purty slick; 
 Ve can go tru gates, ay bet yu, 
 
 Ef ve only du it qvick!" 
 
 59 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 ANNIE LAURIE 
 
 Minneapolis ban qvite bonny 
 
 Ven early fall the dew; 
 It ban dar dat ay ask Steena 
 
 To mak her promise true, 
 To mak her promise true; 
 
 But she yust pass me by; 
 And she tal me, " Maester Olaf , 
 
 Yu skol pleese lay down and die." 
 
 Her brow ban yust lak snowdrift 
 
 Or Apple Blossom flour; 
 And she smile lak anyel fallers, 
 
 Ay tenk of her each hour, 
 Ay tenk of her each hour, 
 
 And feel lak ay can cry, 
 Ven she tal me, " Maester Olaf, 
 
 Yu skol pleese lay down and die." 
 
 Like dew on sidevalk falling, 
 
 She du me gude, ay guess. 
 Ay tal her, " Pleese, Miss Steena, 
 
 Vy don't yu answer yes ? 
 Vy don't yu answer yes ? " 
 
 But she yust venk her eye, 
 And she tal me, " Maester Olaf, 
 
 Yu skol pleese lay down and die." 
 60 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT 
 BRIGADE 
 
 Yoyfully, yoyfully, 
 Yoyfully onvard, 
 In dis bar walley of death 
 Rode the sax hundred! 
 It ban a cinch, ay tenk, 
 
 Some geezer blundered. 
 "Hustle, yu Light Brigade! 
 Yump!" Maester Olson said; 
 Den in the walley of death 
 
 Go the sax hundred. 
 
 Cannon on right of dem, 
 Cannon on left of dem, 
 Cannon on top of dem, 
 
 Wolleyed and t'undered; 
 Smashed vith dis shot and shal, 
 Dey ant do wery val; 
 Most of dem ketching hal, 
 
 Nearly sax hundred! 
 
 Yes, all dem sabres bare 
 Flash purty gude in air; 
 Each faller feel his hair 
 Standing. No vonder! 
 61 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Yudas ! It ant ban yob 
 For any coward slob, 
 Fighting dis Russian mob. 
 Ay tenk ay vudn't stand 
 Yeneral's blunder. 
 
 Cannon on right of dem, 
 Cannon on top of dem, 
 Cannon behind dem, tu, 
 
 Wolleyed and t'undered. 
 Finally say Captain Brenk, 
 " Ve got enuff , ay tenk, 
 Let's go and getting drenk." 
 'Bout tventy-sax com back 
 
 Out of sax hundred. 
 
 Ven skol deir glory fade ? 
 
 It ban gude charge dey made, 
 
 Every von vondered. 
 Every von feeling blue, 
 'Cause dey ban brave old crew, 
 Yolly gude fallers, tu, 
 
 Dis har sax hundred! 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 EXCELSIOR - 
 
 The shades of night ban falling fast, 
 Ven tru Dakota willage passed 
 Young f aller who skol cany flag 
 And yell, so loud sum he can brag, 
 "Excelsior!" 
 
 Ay ant know yust vat he skol mean, 
 But yust lak dis har talk machine 
 He keep on saying, night and day 
 (Ay s'pose to passing time avay), 
 "Excelsior!" 
 
 Swen Swenson tal me dis har guy 
 Ban crazy; den he tal me why. 
 He say dis faller once ban gay 
 And happy; den he never say 
 "Excelsior!" 
 
 But after while, say Sven, he meet 
 A chorus girl who look quite sveet, 
 And marry her, and den find out 
 Vat making her so plump and stout 
 "Excelsior!" 
 
 So now poor- faller have to go, 
 Lak lunatic, tru ice and snow. 
 He tenk about his old girl May, 
 And dis ban all vich he can say 
 "Excelsior!" 
 63 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 ' MORTALITY 
 
 Vat for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud ? 
 Man valk round a minute, and talk purty 
 
 loud; 
 Den doctor ban coming, and say, "Ay 
 
 can't save." 
 And man have to tak running yump into 
 
 grave. 
 
 To-day dis har faller ban svelling around, 
 His head ban so light dat his feet ant touch 
 
 ground. 
 
 To-morrow he light vith his face in the sand, 
 And hustle lak hal to get gude helping hand. 
 
 Ay see lots of f allers who tenk dey ban vise, 
 Yu see dem yureself ef yu open yure eyes; 
 Dey tal 'bout the gold dey skol making some 
 
 day, 
 And yump ven the vash-voman com for her 
 
 pay. 
 
 Ay tal yu, dear frend, purty sune ve ban 
 
 dead, 
 So ay tenk ve ban suckers to getting 
 
 s veiled head. 
 
 It ant wery far from Prince Albert to shroud; 
 
 Vat for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud ? 
 
 64 
 
HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 THE DAY IS DONE 
 
 The day ban done, and darkness 
 
 Falling from vengs of night, 
 Lak fedder flying from raster, 
 
 Ven he ban having fight. 
 Ay see the lights of willage 
 
 Shining tru rain and mist, 
 And ay skol feel dam sleepy, 
 
 Lak fallers playing whist. 
 
 Come, read tu me some werses, 
 
 Ay ant care vat yu read, 
 Yust so it ant 'bout trouble 
 
 Or hearts vich ache and bleed. 
 Ay lak dese har nice yingles 
 
 'Bout sun and trees and grass; 
 But, ven it com to heartache, 
 
 Yerusalem! ay skol pass! 
 
 Read from some humble geezer, 
 
 Whose songs ban sveet to hear 
 Who making, from his poetry, 
 
 'Bout saxteen cents a year. 
 Ay lak to hear his yingles, 
 
 Ay tell yu, dey ban fine; 
 Dis har ban vy ay lak dem 
 
 Dey ban so much lak mine. 
 65 
 
THE NORSK NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Such songs have gude, nice sound 
 
 Dey making sorrow fly; 
 Dey coming lak glass of seltzer 
 
 Vich follows drenk of rye. 
 And night skol be full of music, 
 
 And tengs ve lak to forget 
 Skol fold op tents lak yipsies, 
 
 And sneaking avay, yu bet! 
 
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