Olaf

Yust two years ago last venter      Ay meet Olaf op in camp;     Ve ban lumberyacks togedder.      Every morning we skol tramp     'Bout sax miles yust after breakfast      Till we come to big pine-trees;     Den our straw boss he skol make us      Vork lak little busy bees.     Olaf, he ban yolly faller,      He skol taling yoke all day;     Sometimes he sing dis har ragtime,      Yust to passing time avay.     And at night, ven we ban smoking      After supper, he skol make     All us lumberyacks to laughing      Till our belts skol nearly break.     Me and Olaf bunked together,      And sometimes he taling me     'Bout his vife and little Torger,      Who ban living cross big sea.     "Ay ban saving dough," say Olaf;      "And next summer, ef ay can,     Ay skol send for vife and baby;      Den ay ban a happy man!"     One night Olaf getting letter      Ven we coming back to camp;     He yust tal me, "Little Torger,"      And his eyes ban gude and damp.     Dis ban how ay know vy Olaf      Never taling no more yoke, -     Vy he yust sit down at night-time,      Close by me, var he skol smoke.