GO VAY, BECKY MILLER, GO VAY!

I don'd lofe you now von schmall little bit, My dream vas blayed oudt, so blease git up und git; Your false-heardted vays I can't got along mit— Go vay, Becky Miller, go vay! Vas all der young vomans so false-heardted like you, Mit a face nice und bright, but a heart black und plue, Und all der vhile schworing you lofed me so drue— Go vay, Becky Miller, go vay! Vy, vonce I t'ought you vas a shtar vay up high; I liked you so better as gogonut bie: But oh, Becky Miller, you hafe profed von big lie— Go vay, Becky Miller, go vay! You dook all de bresents vat I did bresent, Yes, gobbled up efery virst thing vot I sent; All der vhile mit anoder young rooster you vent— Go vay, Becky Miller, go vay! Vhen first I found oudt you vas such a big lie, I didn't know vedder to schmudder or die; Bud now, by der chingo, I don't efen cry— Go vay, Becky Miller, go vay! Don'd dry make belief you vas sorry aboudt, I don'd belief a dings vot coomes oudt by your moudt; Und besides I don'd care, for you vas blayed oudt— Go vay, Becky Miller, go vay!