A Dutchman's Song About his Baby.

"True as I live, 'most every day
I laugh me vild to see de vay
Dot shmall young baby try to play,
Dot funny leetul baby,

Ven I look at dem leetul toes,
Und see dot funny leetul nose,
Und hear de vay dot rooster crows,
I shmile like 1 vos crazy.

Sometimes there comes a leetul squall,
Dot's ven de vindy vind vill crawl
Right and his leetul stomach shmall,
Now dot's too bad for baby,

Dot make him sing at night so sweet,
Und gory-borric he must eat,
Und I must jump shpry on my feet
To help dot leetul baby.

He pulls my nose and kicks my hair
Und crawls me over everywhere,
Und slobbers me—but vot I care !
Dot vos my shmall young baby.

Around my neck dot leetul arm
Vos squosing me—so nice and warm !
Oh, may there never come some harm
To dot shmall leetul baby."

Und 'cus I has to go and vote,
Und 'cus 1 on dot baby dote,
De top line to strike out I note,
For [unclear: the] shmall leetul baby