Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Yaw, Dot Ish So!

by Charles Follen Adams

YAW, DOT ISH SO!

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!

"Dis vorldt vas all a fleeting show."

I shmokes mine pipe,

I trinks mine bier,

Und efry day to vork I go;

"Dis vorldt vas all a fleeting show;"

"Yaw, dot ish so !

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!

I don'd got mooch down here below,

I eadt and trink,

I vork und shleep,

Und find oudt, as I oldter grow,

I haf a hardter row to hoe;

Yaw, dot ish so!

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!

Dis vorldt don'd gife me haf a show;

Somedings to vear,

Some food to eadt;

Vot else ? Shust vait a minude, dough;

Katriua, und der poys! Oho!

Yaw, dot ish so!

Yaw, dot ish so! Yaw, dot ish so!

Dis vorldt don'd been a fleeting show.

I haf mine frau,

I haf mine poys,

To cheer me daily, as I go;

Dot's pest as anydings I know;

Yaw, dot ish so!