Da’ American Girl.

Da’ American Girl.
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I gatta mash weeth Mag
An’ she ces ‘Mericana, too!
Ha! wa’at you theenk? Now, mebbe so,
You weell no calla me so slow
Ef some time you can looka seo
How she ees com’ an’ flirt weeth ane
Most evra two t’ree day, my frand,
She stop by dees peanutta-stand
An’ smile an’ mak’ da googla-eye
An’ justa look at me an’ sigh.
An’ alla time she so excite
She peek some fruit an’ taka bite.
Oh, my, she ees look so sweet
I no care how much fruit she eat. Me?
I am cool an’ mak’ pretand
I want no more dan be her frand,
But een my heart, you bat my life,
I theenk of her for be my wife.

To-day I theenk: “Now I weell see
How moocha she ees mash weeth me,”
An’ so I speak of dees an’ dat,
How moocha playnta mon’ I gat,
How mooch I makin’ evra day,
An’ w’at I spand an’ put away.
An’ den I ask, so queeck, so sly:
“You theenk som’ pretta girl weell try
For lovin’ me a leetla beet?”
Oh, my! she eesa blush so sweet.
“An’ eef I ask her lika dees
For geevin’ me a leetla kees,
You s’pose she geeve me wan or two?”
She tal me: “Twanty-three for you!”
An’ den she laugh so sweet, an’ say:
“Skeedoo! Skeedoo!” an’ run away.

She like so mooch for keesa me
She gona geeve me twanty-t’ree!
I s’pose dat w’at she say-“skee- doo”-
Ees alla same “I lova you.”
Ha! w’at you theenk?
Now, mebbe so
You weell no calla me so slow!
-T. A. Daly in the Catholic Standard and Times.