Maud Muller, von summer afternoon,Vas dending bar in her fadder's saloon.She solt dot bier, und singed "Shoo Fly,"Und vinked at der men mit her lefd eye.But, ven she looked oud on der shdreed,Und saw dem gals all dressed so shweed,Her song gifed oud on a ubber note,Cause she had such a horse in her troat;Und she vished she had shdamps to shpend,So she might git such a Grecian Bend.Hans Brinker valked shlowly down der shdreed,Shmilin at all der gals he'd meed.Old Hans vas rich, as I've been dold,Had houses und lots und a barrel of gold.He shdopped py der door; und pooty soonHe valked righd indo dot bier saloon.Und he vinked ad Maud, und said, "My dear,Gif me, if you pblease, a glass of bier."She vend to the pblace vere der bier-keg shtood,Und pringed him a glass dot vas fresh and goot."Dot's goot," said Hans: "dot's a better drinkAs effer I had in mine life, I dink."He dalked for a vhile, den said, "Goot tay;"Und up der shdreed he took his vay.Maud hofed a sigh, and said, "Oh, howI'd like to been dot old man's frow!Such shplendid close I den vood vear,Dot all the gals around vood shdare.In dot Union Park I'd drive all tay,Und efery efenin go to der pblay."Hans Brinker, doo, felt almighty gweer(But dot might been von trinkin bier);Und he says to himself, as he valked alongHumming der dune of a olt lofe-song,"Dot's der finest gal I efer did see;Und I vish dot my vife she cood be."But here his solilligwy came to an end,As he dinked of der gold dot she might shbend;Und he maked up his mind dot, as for him,He'd marry a gal mid lots of "din."So he vent right off dot fery day,Und married a vooman olt und gray.He vishes now, but all in vain,Dot he was free to marry again,—Free as he vas dat afdernoon,When he met Maud Muller in dot bier-saloon.Maud married a man mitoud some "soap;"He vas lazy, too; bud she did hopeDot he'd get bedder ven shildren came:But ven they had, he vas yoost the same.Und ofden now dem dears vill comeAs she sits alone ven her day's work's done,Und dinks of der day ven Hans called her "My dear,"Und asked her for a glass of bier;But she don'd complain nor efer has:Und oney says, "Dot coodn't vas."Carl Pretzel.
Maud Muller, von summer afternoon,Vas dending bar in her fadder's saloon.She solt dot bier, und singed "Shoo Fly,"Und vinked at der men mit her lefd eye.But, ven she looked oud on der shdreed,Und saw dem gals all dressed so shweed,Her song gifed oud on a ubber note,Cause she had such a horse in her troat;Und she vished she had shdamps to shpend,So she might git such a Grecian Bend.Hans Brinker valked shlowly down der shdreed,Shmilin at all der gals he'd meed.Old Hans vas rich, as I've been dold,Had houses und lots und a barrel of gold.He shdopped py der door; und pooty soonHe valked righd indo dot bier saloon.Und he vinked ad Maud, und said, "My dear,Gif me, if you pblease, a glass of bier."She vend to the pblace vere der bier-keg shtood,Und pringed him a glass dot vas fresh and goot."Dot's goot," said Hans: "dot's a better drinkAs effer I had in mine life, I dink."He dalked for a vhile, den said, "Goot tay;"Und up der shdreed he took his vay.Maud hofed a sigh, and said, "Oh, howI'd like to been dot old man's frow!Such shplendid close I den vood vear,Dot all the gals around vood shdare.In dot Union Park I'd drive all tay,Und efery efenin go to der pblay."Hans Brinker, doo, felt almighty gweer(But dot might been von trinkin bier);Und he says to himself, as he valked alongHumming der dune of a olt lofe-song,"Dot's der finest gal I efer did see;Und I vish dot my vife she cood be."But here his solilligwy came to an end,As he dinked of der gold dot she might shbend;Und he maked up his mind dot, as for him,He'd marry a gal mid lots of "din."So he vent right off dot fery day,Und married a vooman olt und gray.He vishes now, but all in vain,Dot he was free to marry again,—Free as he vas dat afdernoon,When he met Maud Muller in dot bier-saloon.Maud married a man mitoud some "soap;"He vas lazy, too; bud she did hopeDot he'd get bedder ven shildren came:But ven they had, he vas yoost the same.Und ofden now dem dears vill comeAs she sits alone ven her day's work's done,Und dinks of der day ven Hans called her "My dear,"Und asked her for a glass of bier;But she don'd complain nor efer has:Und oney says, "Dot coodn't vas."Carl Pretzel.
Maud Muller, von summer afternoon,Vas dending bar in her fadder's saloon.She solt dot bier, und singed "Shoo Fly,"Und vinked at der men mit her lefd eye.But, ven she looked oud on der shdreed,Und saw dem gals all dressed so shweed,Her song gifed oud on a ubber note,Cause she had such a horse in her troat;Und she vished she had shdamps to shpend,So she might git such a Grecian Bend.Hans Brinker valked shlowly down der shdreed,Shmilin at all der gals he'd meed.Old Hans vas rich, as I've been dold,Had houses und lots und a barrel of gold.He shdopped py der door; und pooty soonHe valked righd indo dot bier saloon.Und he vinked ad Maud, und said, "My dear,Gif me, if you pblease, a glass of bier."She vend to the pblace vere der bier-keg shtood,Und pringed him a glass dot vas fresh and goot."Dot's goot," said Hans: "dot's a better drinkAs effer I had in mine life, I dink."He dalked for a vhile, den said, "Goot tay;"Und up der shdreed he took his vay.Maud hofed a sigh, and said, "Oh, howI'd like to been dot old man's frow!Such shplendid close I den vood vear,Dot all the gals around vood shdare.In dot Union Park I'd drive all tay,Und efery efenin go to der pblay."Hans Brinker, doo, felt almighty gweer(But dot might been von trinkin bier);Und he says to himself, as he valked alongHumming der dune of a olt lofe-song,"Dot's der finest gal I efer did see;Und I vish dot my vife she cood be."But here his solilligwy came to an end,As he dinked of der gold dot she might shbend;Und he maked up his mind dot, as for him,He'd marry a gal mid lots of "din."So he vent right off dot fery day,Und married a vooman olt und gray.He vishes now, but all in vain,Dot he was free to marry again,—Free as he vas dat afdernoon,When he met Maud Muller in dot bier-saloon.Maud married a man mitoud some "soap;"He vas lazy, too; bud she did hopeDot he'd get bedder ven shildren came:But ven they had, he vas yoost the same.Und ofden now dem dears vill comeAs she sits alone ven her day's work's done,Und dinks of der day ven Hans called her "My dear,"Und asked her for a glass of bier;But she don'd complain nor efer has:Und oney says, "Dot coodn't vas."
Carl Pretzel.