Breitmann in Kansas

Vonce oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin apout like efery dings circuivit terram et perambulavit eam, ash der Teufel said ven dey ask him: How vash you und how you has peen?     Von efenings he vas drafel mit some ladies und shendlemans, und he shtaid incognitus. Und dey singed songs, dill py und py one of de ladies say: Ish any podies here ash know de crate pallad of Hans Breitmanns Barty? Den Hans say: Ecce Gallus! I am dat rooster! Den der Hans dook a trink und a let-bencil und a biece of baper, und goes indo himself a little dimes und den coomes out again mit dis boem:     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas:     He drafel fast und far;     He rided shoost drei dousand miles     All in von rail-roat car.     He knowed foost rate how far he goed     He gounted all de vile,     Dere vash shoost one bottle of champagne,     Dat bopped at efery mile.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas;     I dell you vot, my poy,     You bet dey hat a pully dimes     In crossin Illinoy.     Dey speaked deir speaks to all de folk     A shtandin in de car;     Den ask dem in to dake a trink,     Und corned em gans und gar.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas;     By shings! dey did it prown.     When he got into Leafenvort,     He found himself in town.     Dey dined him at de Blanters House,     More goot as man could dink;     Mit efery dings on eart to eat,     Und dwice as mooch to trink.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas;     He vent it on de loud.     At Ellsvort, in de prairie land,     He foundt a pully crowd.     He looked for bleedin Kansas,     But dats blayed out, dey say;     De vhiskey kegs de only ding     Dats bleedin dere to-day.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas,     To see vot he could hear.     He foundt soom Deutschers dat exisdt     Py makin lager beer.     Says he: Wie gehts du Alt Gesell?     But nodings could be heard;     Deyd growed so fat in Kansas     Dat dey couldnt speak a vord.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas;     Py shings! I dell you vot,     Von day he met a crisly bear     Dat rooshed him down, bei Gott!     Boot der Breitmann took und bind der bear     Und bleased him fery much     For efery vordt der crisly growled     Vas goot Bavarian Dutch!     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas!     By donder dat is so!     He ridet oout upon de blains     To shase de boofalo.     He fired his rifle at de bools,     Und gallop droo de shmoke,     Und shoomp de canyons shoost as if     Der teufel vas a choke!     Its hey de trail to Santa F;     Its ho! agross de plain;     Its lope along de Denver road,     Until ve toorn again.     Und de railroad drafel after us     Apout as quick as ve;     Dis Kansas ish de fastest land     Ash efer I did see.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas;     He have a pully dime;     But twas in old Missouri     Dat dey rooshed him up subline.     Dey took him to der Bilot Nob,     Und all der nobs around;     Dey shpreed him und dey tead him     Dill dey roon him to de ground.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas,     Und made his carpine pop!     Ven he shooted at a drifer man     To make de wagon shdop.     A noble Tribune shendleman     Shoost dodged dat pullets bore,     Und de driver shwore dat soosh a crowd     He nefer druv pefore.     Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas;     Droo all dis earthly land,     A vorkin out lifes mission here     Soobyectifly und grand.     Some beoplesh runs de beautiful,     Some vorks philosophie;     Der Breitmann solfe de infinide     Ash von eternal shpree!