Breitmann In Holland - Leyden

Tis shveet to valk in Holland towns     Apout de twilicht tide,     Vhen all ish shdill on proad canals,     Safe vhere a poat may clide.     Shdrange light on darkenin vater falls,     In long soft lines afar,     Der abenddroth on dunkelheit,     Vitch shows or hides a star.     De pridges risen all aroundt     So quaindly, left und right,     Pedween each pridge und shattow, lies,     A lemon of yellow light,     Und das volk a-goin ober,     So darklin onwarts pass,     Dey look like Chinese shattows shown     Apofe a lookin-glass.     All shdiller grows, und shdiller,     Sogar die efenin preeze,     Ish only heardt far ober het     In dese long lines of drees;     A real oldt Holland feelin     Cooms gadderin ober all,     Youd nefer dink a sturm hat peen     Oopon dis Grand Canawl.     De nople houses! how deyd mofe     An old New Yorkers heart,     Time vas twix dese und dose at home     You couldnt tell em part,     Mit crate brass knockers on de toors,     Und parlors town so low     You see de crates a glowin prite     Oer carbets ash you go.     Deres comfort-full of avery dings,     You veel it ash you look,     You knows de volks ish opulend,     Und keep a bully cook;     Und oopon de high camine,     Or here und dere on shelf,     Deres Japanesisch dings in rows,     Pe mingled oop mit delf.     Deres noding in dis Holland life,     Vitch seems of present day,     De fery shildren in de shdreeds     Look quaintlich as dey blay;     De liddle rosy housemaids,     In bicdures vell I know,     De dames und heers hafe all an air     Of sixdy years ago.     They may dalk of anciendt hishdory     Und for romantisch seek,     De ding dat mofes most teeply ish     Old-vashioned not antique.     O if you live in Leyden town     Youll meet, if troot pe told,     De forms of all de freunds who tied     Vhen du werst six years old.