Oh! I Vants to go Home

H. DE MARSAN , Songs, Ballade, toy books, 54 Chathem Street, N. Y.

Oh! I vants To Go Home,

Oh! I vants to go home.. was the doleful cry,
That came mournfully o’er the sea,
To the ears of the Emperor of the French,
From his Austrian protégé.
Oh! I vants to go home, vare de sauer-kraut grows
And de lager-bier flows like de streams:
Oh! goot leber vurst, mit pretzels and bier,
Are de themes of my midnight dreams!

I don’t like dese Greasers, and didn’t vant to come;
But you made me de promise, so fine,
Dat you gif me de sogers de gelt, and all dat,
And de Empire so grand be mine;
But mine friend, Jeff, is vipped, he runs here, if he can,
And, den, Unkel Sam comes, I fear..
Oh! let me come back to de dear vaterland,
It is so very unhealthy here!

I dakes it all back, vat I said ’bout de crown:
Dat all vas seh windel, you know;
You vill sheat me out of my right, if you can,
But I vill not be hoom buged so.
I vill come back vare de sauer-kraut grows,
And de lager-bier flows like de streams;
Oh! goot leber vurst, mit pretzels and bier,
Are de themes of my midnight dreams!

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