/ Charles G. Leland Dat as Copdain Breitmann suited oos Egsockdly do an ounce, He vas ged de nomination, And need nod more eckshblain: Der Breitmann dink in silence, And denn roar aloudt, champagne! Den Mishder Twine, while trinken wein, Mitwhiles vent on do say, Dat long insdruckdions in dis age Vere nod de dime of tay; Und de only ding der Breitmann need To pe of any use Vas shoost to dell to afery mans He’s soundt oopon der coose. Und ash dis little frase berhops Vas nod do oos bekannt, He dakes de liberdy do make Dat ve shall oondershtand, And vouldt tell a liddle shdory Vitch dook blace pefore de wars: Here der Breitmann not to Trina, Und she bass aroundt cigars. “Id ish a longe dime, now here, In Bennsylvanien’s Shtate, All in der down of Horrisburg Dere rosed a vierce depate, ’Tween vamilies mit cooses, Und dose vhere none vere foundt— If cooses might, by common law, Go squanderin aroundt? “Dose who vere nod pe-gifted Mit gooses, und vere poor, All shvear de law forbid dis crime, Py shings and cerdain sure; But de coose-holders teklare a coose Greadt liberty tid need, And to pen dem oop vas gruel, Und a mosdt oon-Christian teed.