Breitmanns Sleigh-Ride

Ven de winter make oos shifer     Und de bonds is froze mit ice,     To shlide und shkate on de rifer,     Mit de poys und gals is nice.     Ven de horses hafe deir bits on,     Und de roats pe vite mit shnow,     To vly in a sleigh like blitzen     Is de yolliest dings I know.     Und its high, hooray! saidt Breitmann     For de gals on de Dutchtown-side;     Und its lebe hoch! for de yunglins,     Votll go mit de gals to ride;     Und its hip, herj! for de drifers     Vot nefer dake no odds!     Und its vivat! for de vellers,     Votll shtand de apple-tods!     Der Breitmann pooled his mits on,     Der Breitmann crocked his vip,     Now its fly like dunner blitzen,     Mein shildren, let er rip!     Like de eagles on de shtorm-cloudt     A-vlyin to deir nest;     Dere is opple-yack a-vaitin     For de von dot times de rest.     Oh mein Rapp, du bist de pestest     Of horses in de land!     Dou canst trafel on de grafel,     Und canst shell it on de sand!     Oh Rapp! deres money on id,     Tont let de Gelt go blue!     I vants you show de beoples     Dis tay vot you can do!     Der Breitman mit his mdchen     Vas in a shblentit shleigh,     Fritz Laufer mit his Mina,     Vas yoosht agross de vay;     Mit pop-slets und mit yoompers,     Mit horses and mit mules,     Dere vas more ash vifty fellers     Come mit deir ve-hi-cules.     Ids Ein-Zwei-Drei! togedder     Dey hollered klein und gross,     Like de wind in shtormy wetter,     Stracks vent de Deutschers los!     Dey crock de vips like mooskets,     Dey ring from berg to berg,     Hooray! exsglaim Hans Breitmann:     Dot sounds like Gettysburg!     Der Breitmann und der Laufer     Vere half a mile ahet,     For ven id coom to driven,     De oder Dootch vere deadt.     Dey vly like teufels arrows,     Mit imps oopon em gay,     Dey killt five hoondred shbarrows     Vot kit indo de vay.     Dey vly like rats und blitzen,     De fery gals vos doomb,     Und Breitmann kept his wits on,     To see vot shanse vouldt coom;     He knowd de pace dey clipped it     Moost enden in a shquall     By de vay der Laufer ripped it,     Und de shteeds vere ganz eg?l.     Der Laufer he vos leadin     Hans Breitmann ash he goed,     Boot he tidnt see a soplin     Dot vos lyin in de road.     Id yank dem out like marples,     Mitout a will or shall;     Hets downvarts in a shnow-pank,     Vent Laufer mit his gal.     Und ash Breitmann comed oonto it     Id kit indo his vay,     Und tossed him mit his mdchen     Right indo Laufers shleigh;     Hans crab de reins like blitze,     Und go ahet like sin:     Adj, mein lieber Fritze!     Dis dimes I scoop you in!     He vly avay like shvallows     To vhere a davern lay,     Vhere de opple-tod vos ploomin     Among de Deutschers gay.     Der Breitmann as he vonisht     Yoost cast von look pehind,     At de lecks of Fritz und Mina     A-vafin in de wind.