How have they got on since? 'Bout as well as most people, I suppose: she loves him, and takes care of him. And the mother's softened down a bit since she's bin a grandmother. And as to my godson, there never was such a boy. I have him with me as much as possible, and he's beginning to see the joke of every thing almost as much as I do myself. And when I die, all this little place'll belong to him, and he'll be a rich man: so my death'll be the biggest joke of all, you see, sir.
In der shweed long ago I dinked I vas shmard, Und I dinked I did vant me a vife To share all my money und sorrows und joys, Und to helb me along drough my life. I vanted a lady kind-hearted und goot, Dot vas handsome und sensiple doo, Dot cood blay der biano or cook a beefshdeak, Darn my shdockings or made me a shdew.
She must nod be doo shmall-seized or neider doo dall, Und she musn'd be old or doo young, Und ven I vas shboking had visdom enuff To alwoys kebd quied her tongue. She musd nod be doo dark or agin be doo lighd-- A kinder bedwixed und bedween; She musd nod knew doo leedle, or vorse, knew it all, Or be vat some beebles call "creen."
She musd be good-nadured, vear always a shmile, No madder of dings did vent wrong; Ven my friends came around for to make me a call, Be ready to sung dem a song. Of der lodge bisness habben'd to kebd me oud lade, Und I come valdzing home "dighdly-shlighd," She musd pet und caress me, und dank her good shdars Dot I didn'd shdaid apsend all nighd.
In a vord, be berfecd--mind, feature, und form-- From her feet to der crown of her head. Now, dot vas der damsel dot I had in view, Und der von I vas villing to ved. Dot's a long dime ago, and my head dot vas pald, And I vas a pachelor shdill. My gal, I hafe nefer saw shkibbing round loose-- Vat's more, I don'd dink dot I vill.
I growt so ferry heffy Dot too much de walkin' pe, So I pyed me of von pony; But dot pettler he sheat me. Bote eyes of him was limpy, Bote leeks of him vas plint; But dot vot prake of me mine heart Dot pony vas oonkint.
He keeck shust like a chackess, Oop, town, pefore, pehint; Und how to cure dot pony I rollt oop in my mint. Dot sympathee vas nonsense, Shust efery dinks he preak; Vhen sutton coomt von grant itee, I tole you how I make: