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| TO-DAY ees: com’ from Eetaly | |
| A boy ees leeve een Rome, | |
| An’ he ees stop an’ speak weeth me— | |
| I weesh he stay at home. | |
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| He stop an’ say “Hallo,” to me. | 5 |
| An’ w’en he standin’ dere | |
| I smal da smal of Eetaly | |
| Steell steeckin’ een hees hair, | |
| Dat com’ weeth heem across da sea, | |
| An’ een da clo’es he wear. | 10 |
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| Da peopla bomp heem een da street, | |
| Da noise ees scare heem, too; | |
| He ees so clumsy een da feet | |
| He don’t know w’at to do, | |
| Dere ees so many theeng he meet | 15 |
| Dat ees so strange, so new. | |
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| He sheever an’ he ask eef here | |
| Eet ees so always cold. | |
| Den een hees eye ees com’ a tear— | |
| He ees no vera old— | 20 |
| An’, oh, bees voice ees soun’ so queer | |
| I have no heart for scold. | |
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| He look up een da sky so gray, | |
| But oh, hees eye ees be | |
| So far away, so far away, | 25 |
| An’ w’at he see I see. | |
| Da sky eet ees no gray to-day | |
| At home een Eetaly. | |
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| He see da glada peopla sect | |
| Where warma shine da sky— | 30 |
| Oh, while he eesa look at eet | |
| He ees baygeen to cry. | |
| Eef I no growl an’ swear a beet | |
| So, too, my frand, would I. | |
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| Oh, why he stop an’ speak weeth me, | 35 |
| Dees boy dat leeve een Rome, | |
| An’ com’ to-day from Eetaly? | |
| I weesh he stay at home. | |
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