Vonce upon a midnite dreary, as I pondered, veak and veary,Ofer many a glass of lager, vot I drank in days of yore,In my bed I vas faschd nabbing, ven I dream I heert some dapping,As if some von gently drowing brickbats at my voodshed door;"Dis dot Snyder poy," I muttered, "trying to preak my voodshed door—Only dis, und noding more."Yah, disdinctly I remember, it was in dot pleak December,Und each seberate dying ember vos gone oud long pefore;Dot nide I felt quoide heardy, for Louise vent to a bardy,Und of cause I drunk more lager as I nefer did pefore;But schdill I know dot somedings sthruck my oudside voodshed door—Only dot, und noding more.From oud mine bed I makes von jumb, und see vot vos dis drubble,Mine Got! vot makes mine legs so veak? I feel so not pefore;I sckarce could valk, I could not talk, mine mind was in a muddle;But I dought vas Johnny Snyder dryin' to open schud mine door,Und mit cabbage-sdumps to hit me, as he often doned pefore—Dis I said, und noding more.Py und py I vos got praver; den I takes mine gun and sabre,Und schloly valks, midout mine pants, up to mine voodshed door;Und dare for von half hour I sdood mitout no power,So veak I vos I could not lift mine hands up any more;But at vonce I got more polder, und I opened vide de door—Plack as darkness, noding more.Deep into dot plackness peeping, all around mine voodshed creeping,Dreaming dreams no Dutchman efer dare to dream pefore.Der silence vos unbroken, und der sdillness gave no token;But I hear somepody spoken, "You vill vare dem pants no more.""Vot is dot?" I cried, and someding answered back the vord, "No more."Merely dis, und noding more.Back indo my bedroom turning, all mine sole mitin me burning,Den vonce more I heert a tapping, someding louder as pefore.Now I cries out, "Dunder vedder! vot the devil ish the madder?"Surely dis ain't Johnny Snyder hitting cabbage mit mine door?No! I dink dis cannot be, for I bet, by geminee!'Twas the vind, und noding more.Oben here I flung mine vindow, ven dere all at vonce came intoA ding just like a big plack cat I never saw pefore;Von fearful vink he gafe me, not von moment sdoped nor sdayed he;His pack he humped, und den he jumped upon mine bedroom door.Dare he sat, und noding more.The air dew vas so funny, for it schmells no more like honey,Und den I squease mine nose hard until it vas quide sore;Den vonce I cried mid all my mide, "I vant to vare mine pants to-night,Und of you dink dot I vos dighd, chust chumped down of dot floor;"Again I heard it gently say: "You'll vare dem pants no more."Dis it said, und noding more."Profid," said I, "ding of efil; profid sdill, if dorg or devil,For vot you comes into mine house? I vant you here no more;Leafe no ding here as a doken of dot lie vich you hafe spoken;You go home, I vas not joking, for I told you vonce pefore,Chust dake dot smell frum out mine house, und jump down off mine door!"But it vinked, und said no more.
Vonce upon a midnite dreary, as I pondered, veak and veary,Ofer many a glass of lager, vot I drank in days of yore,In my bed I vas faschd nabbing, ven I dream I heert some dapping,As if some von gently drowing brickbats at my voodshed door;"Dis dot Snyder poy," I muttered, "trying to preak my voodshed door—Only dis, und noding more."Yah, disdinctly I remember, it was in dot pleak December,Und each seberate dying ember vos gone oud long pefore;Dot nide I felt quoide heardy, for Louise vent to a bardy,Und of cause I drunk more lager as I nefer did pefore;But schdill I know dot somedings sthruck my oudside voodshed door—Only dot, und noding more.From oud mine bed I makes von jumb, und see vot vos dis drubble,Mine Got! vot makes mine legs so veak? I feel so not pefore;I sckarce could valk, I could not talk, mine mind was in a muddle;But I dought vas Johnny Snyder dryin' to open schud mine door,Und mit cabbage-sdumps to hit me, as he often doned pefore—Dis I said, und noding more.Py und py I vos got praver; den I takes mine gun and sabre,Und schloly valks, midout mine pants, up to mine voodshed door;Und dare for von half hour I sdood mitout no power,So veak I vos I could not lift mine hands up any more;But at vonce I got more polder, und I opened vide de door—Plack as darkness, noding more.Deep into dot plackness peeping, all around mine voodshed creeping,Dreaming dreams no Dutchman efer dare to dream pefore.Der silence vos unbroken, und der sdillness gave no token;But I hear somepody spoken, "You vill vare dem pants no more.""Vot is dot?" I cried, and someding answered back the vord, "No more."Merely dis, und noding more.Back indo my bedroom turning, all mine sole mitin me burning,Den vonce more I heert a tapping, someding louder as pefore.Now I cries out, "Dunder vedder! vot the devil ish the madder?"Surely dis ain't Johnny Snyder hitting cabbage mit mine door?No! I dink dis cannot be, for I bet, by geminee!'Twas the vind, und noding more.Oben here I flung mine vindow, ven dere all at vonce came intoA ding just like a big plack cat I never saw pefore;Von fearful vink he gafe me, not von moment sdoped nor sdayed he;His pack he humped, und den he jumped upon mine bedroom door.Dare he sat, und noding more.The air dew vas so funny, for it schmells no more like honey,Und den I squease mine nose hard until it vas quide sore;Den vonce I cried mid all my mide, "I vant to vare mine pants to-night,Und of you dink dot I vos dighd, chust chumped down of dot floor;"Again I heard it gently say: "You'll vare dem pants no more."Dis it said, und noding more."Profid," said I, "ding of efil; profid sdill, if dorg or devil,For vot you comes into mine house? I vant you here no more;Leafe no ding here as a doken of dot lie vich you hafe spoken;You go home, I vas not joking, for I told you vonce pefore,Chust dake dot smell frum out mine house, und jump down off mine door!"But it vinked, und said no more.
Vonce upon a midnite dreary, as I pondered, veak and veary,Ofer many a glass of lager, vot I drank in days of yore,In my bed I vas faschd nabbing, ven I dream I heert some dapping,As if some von gently drowing brickbats at my voodshed door;"Dis dot Snyder poy," I muttered, "trying to preak my voodshed door—Only dis, und noding more."
Yah, disdinctly I remember, it was in dot pleak December,Und each seberate dying ember vos gone oud long pefore;Dot nide I felt quoide heardy, for Louise vent to a bardy,Und of cause I drunk more lager as I nefer did pefore;But schdill I know dot somedings sthruck my oudside voodshed door—Only dot, und noding more.
From oud mine bed I makes von jumb, und see vot vos dis drubble,Mine Got! vot makes mine legs so veak? I feel so not pefore;I sckarce could valk, I could not talk, mine mind was in a muddle;But I dought vas Johnny Snyder dryin' to open schud mine door,Und mit cabbage-sdumps to hit me, as he often doned pefore—Dis I said, und noding more.
Py und py I vos got praver; den I takes mine gun and sabre,Und schloly valks, midout mine pants, up to mine voodshed door;Und dare for von half hour I sdood mitout no power,So veak I vos I could not lift mine hands up any more;But at vonce I got more polder, und I opened vide de door—Plack as darkness, noding more.
Deep into dot plackness peeping, all around mine voodshed creeping,Dreaming dreams no Dutchman efer dare to dream pefore.Der silence vos unbroken, und der sdillness gave no token;But I hear somepody spoken, "You vill vare dem pants no more.""Vot is dot?" I cried, and someding answered back the vord, "No more."Merely dis, und noding more.
Back indo my bedroom turning, all mine sole mitin me burning,Den vonce more I heert a tapping, someding louder as pefore.Now I cries out, "Dunder vedder! vot the devil ish the madder?"Surely dis ain't Johnny Snyder hitting cabbage mit mine door?No! I dink dis cannot be, for I bet, by geminee!'Twas the vind, und noding more.
Oben here I flung mine vindow, ven dere all at vonce came intoA ding just like a big plack cat I never saw pefore;Von fearful vink he gafe me, not von moment sdoped nor sdayed he;His pack he humped, und den he jumped upon mine bedroom door.Dare he sat, und noding more.
The air dew vas so funny, for it schmells no more like honey,Und den I squease mine nose hard until it vas quide sore;Den vonce I cried mid all my mide, "I vant to vare mine pants to-night,Und of you dink dot I vos dighd, chust chumped down of dot floor;"Again I heard it gently say: "You'll vare dem pants no more."Dis it said, und noding more.
"Profid," said I, "ding of efil; profid sdill, if dorg or devil,For vot you comes into mine house? I vant you here no more;Leafe no ding here as a doken of dot lie vich you hafe spoken;You go home, I vas not joking, for I told you vonce pefore,Chust dake dot smell frum out mine house, und jump down off mine door!"But it vinked, und said no more.