William Shakespeare Hays - Up in das Palloon

1.
I vas, if you know it, a Madison Pelle,
Whom gaptivate vonce a feller vot swell,
He vas glerk off a bootcher, und sell his meats rare;
He was such a nice man from the close he don't vear,
Vas ouf Saratoga ben a year coom mit Yune,
Ve talk und ve talk of te shine of ter moon,
He squeeze me mine hand, und he make me a kiss,
I feel me so goot, ven I feel me like dis.

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Up in das Palloon, Boys,
Up in das Palloon,
Out among dem leedle shtars,
ride in wait [kalt?] der moon.
Up in das Palloon, Boys,
Up in das Palloon,
Das make me something funny ven
I ride in das Palloon.

2.
Der vedding vas made und mine vaterfall bought,
Und some lager und pretzels from Tiffany's brought,
But shopst ven ze bill to mine young feller vent
I find me out somethings He got not a cent.
Mine fader und mudder vos live down off Wall,
Dem give him some moneys, venever he call,
But ven mine old Daddy speak, "Say, mine friend, vere
Is your security?" He tells him "up dere."

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3.
Der beebles all coom and I make me a tear,
I make me a plush, ven I drink me some peer,
Der Breecher got ready and take a CHAMPAIN
But mine feller I'm never don't see him again;
Instead of dat feller -- I find me no joy,
Den cooms to der Breecher, a telegraft poy,
Sais he "look of dat letter, und dat tole you, vere
Vas feller is gone" und I look me "up dere."

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4.
He run him away mit anonder man's frow,
Und dat man he vas kick him to death mit a cow,
Und der cow, dat got crazy, now aint worth a smoke,
She died mit a tail vos te lightning did proke,
Vell, das vooman she die, und mine feller got sick --
He coom und he preak in der door mit a shtick,
I'm don't tell him something, und him I seen
He preak me to pieces mine Sowin' Marshevn.

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