Love Song

O vere mine lofe a sugar-powl,     De fery shmallest loomp     Vouldt shveet de seas, from pole to pole,     Und make de shildren shoomp.     Und if she vere a clofer-field,     Id bet my only pence,     It vouldnt pe no dime at all     Pefore Id shoomp de fence.     Her heafenly foice, it drill me so,     It oft-dimes seems to hoort,     She ish de holiest anamile     Dat roons oopon de dirt.     De renpow rises vhen she sings,     De sonnshine vhen she dalk;     De angels crow und flop deir vings     Vhen she goes out to valk.     So livin white, so carnadine,     Mine lofes gomblexion show;     Its shoost like Abendcarmosine,     Rich gleamin on de shnow.     Her soul makes plushes in her sheek     Ash sommer reds de wein,     Or sonnlight sends a fire life troo     An blank Karfunkelstein.     De berschwengliche ides     Dis lofe poot in my mind,     Vouldt make a foost-rate philosoph     Of any human kind.     Tis schudderin schveet on eart to meet     An himmlisch-hoellisch Qual;     Und treat mitwhiles to Kmmel Schnapps     De schoenheitsidial.     Dein Fss seind weiss wie Kreiden,     Dein Ermlein Helfenbein,     Dein ganzer Leib ist Seiden     Dein Brust wie Marmelstein-     Ja-vot de older boet sang,     I sing of dee-dou Fine!     Dourt soul und pody, heart und life     Glatt, zart, gelind, und rein.