The Ottawa Free Trader

HANNES HEIDENRICK'S ROMANCE, BY SEM RALPII.

I lofed a leedle madle vonce
As pooty as couldt be;
She vas so neat und shmall und shveet,
Shoost like er leedle bee.
I tink dat evry body lofed
Dat pooty leedle ting:
De sun he shtopp und laff to hear
Dot leedle madle sing!

I meet her in der shtreet at virst,
I doesn't know her name,
But shtill I sorter shtop und look
Und shmile shoost all de same.
She looked me squvare into de face
Miteyes as round as rings;
Mine heart, he shoomped about mit shoy
Und crowed und flopped his vings,

I followed her trou evry shtreet
Zu seh'n dot leedle dear;
I never shtop no dime at all
I alvays keep me near.
Und ven she got to vere she livt
Vile I shtood out bevore,
She shmiled a leedle t'rou de crack,
Und den she shlam't de door.

Dot kist her Oh de chin
But vouldn't I haf hugged her too
If I dot rose vas been!

I couldn't shtand dot ding some more,
Come out I knowed it must,
Und vas mine heart been filled too much,
O, surely, t'vould haf bust.

Und so von time I shtopped her, und
I shiniled und sald "Good day!"
She shook her head, und laffed und said,
"Ich kann sie nit versteh!"

After dot, some vecke vas gone,
Cud I for all dose days,
Had uever seen her vouce addall
In evry singlu blaae;

De Sheriuan boys dey dold me dot
To glve a dance dey likes,
Cnd dot no house vould be so nico
Liku llunnes Heidenreick's.

Und so I let dum duke mine houso
To baf dero leedle ball
Cnd if dey shook de cclling down
1 didn't gare:add all.

I t'ought of noding all do dimne
All ulgbt und ail dc day,
Oxcept dot pooty leedle gal
Vot kuant mich nit veratch!

De vay dose musik-vellers blayed
I dell you it vas quveer,
Cnd evry dine dey blayed eln tune
Dey look't for lager beer.

Von blaved de flute till he vas ret,
Von mnade de viddle ring,
Und von he hugged de pig prass horn
Und blowt like evry aing.

De poys dey laff und tantz about,
De girls shpin roundt like tops;
Und somedimes sip ein tepchen beer,
So bald de musick shtops.

But I lean me acalnst de door
Und hear de mnusick blay,
U'nd tink about dot leedle gal
Vot kann't wich nit verstch.

Und ash 1 shtood dere looking on
I give er sudden shoomp,
I see doo gouples valtzing coine
Togeder mit er boomp.

Und von exclaimed "kreuz-million!"
Und von said: "Ach Herr je!"
I turndt around-mine Gott! it vas
Dot pooty leedle fay.

She vas so red ash anyding,
Und ach, she vas so shveet;
It mnake mine heart shoost ake avay
To see her leedle veet.

I make a shtep to vere she vas-
I sees myself shoost now-
Und dold her vould she dook mine arm
Und make a Sherman bow

De veller what had tanzt mnit her
Vas shtill oopon de yloor,
Und beople shtop und listen at
De vay dot veller shvore.

Und oop he shoops-'tvas Georg der Dumn-
"Du Hans! Oopon my life!
You know her, Hans, du altes Hlaus?
Vy, dot's mine leedle vife!"

I couldn't shpeak some more-no, no!
Let dem tanz on vaht likes!
Also, de end of de romance
Of Hannes Heidenreick's!

U'nd since dose dimes I dook soom gare
I don't lofe rite avay,
Und look me never out no gal
Vot kann mich nit versteh!