SIGS VEEGS OFER.
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Von’d you puy somedings, laty? I haf not solt dis tay Von shillin’s wort’. I kess maype De folks dey no forshteh. I haf peen sigs veegs ofer, I comes vrom Cherman land, De lankuache of dis konetree I no yed ondherstand. “Pints, neetles, rippones, laces,” All de tings vod I sells, “Pock’t-hankchies, neckdies, shpenders,” I fer mooch careful dells. “Vod prize?” So den I dells dem. Dey shmiles. Dey no forshteh. Dis lankuache ish der drooples;— I haf do durn avay. So habbens I sells noding; De dime koes py und py; Und oop und town I trafels— Of hunker I shall tie. Von’d you puy somedings, laty? Oh, tanks! Der subber? Goot! It ish not since last efening I haf some leetle foot. I bays you noding for it? Vell den, I sells you—cheap? No? Vell, I fer mooch tank you. Goot day. Got sent you sheep![8]