He makka no bluff, playa no granda stan’
Hees poppa geev him axe, say, "Leesten to me,
Go choppa weeth axe all theengs wot you see.
Choppa down theesa house, go choppa da barn,
Choppa down da pee-ann, I no geev a darn.
But Georgha, wan theeng, makka prom now to me,
You no choppa down thata neece cherry tree."
Poppa go way an’ he come home to sup,
He looka da tree - - - eet all choppa up!
And poppa so mad, he no talk - - - he justa hees.
He say, " Cussa dam, wotta Blackhan’ do
thees?"
Now Georgha da Wash no shedda da tear,
An’ say, "Notta know, too bad I ho here,
Maybe bird chop eet down, maybe beeg
honeybee";
Naw! Georgha da Wash, he jess say, "Eeta
me!" (*)
Oh, Georgha da Wash, he fighta da war
An’ makka da Breetish to feel gooda sore.
Da Breetish say, "Georgha, you playa da game,
Keepa da rules for da war an’ no be ashame.
All summertime fight, een wintertime bes’
Ever’bodie go home an’ takka good res’.
Een winter da Hesh you musta no touch.
Now Georgha ,be good, lay offa da Dutch."
But Georgha he wait till da river all froze - - -
An’ thenna he hitta da Dutch on da nose.
Da Breetish get mad an’ makka da shout
An’ say, "Georgha, who lay all these
Hessian boys out?"
Now Georgha da Wash mighta talk thees way,
"Mebbe drink mucha whiskey an’ getta too
gay,
An’ shoota themselves, you waitta, I see."
Naw! Georgha da Wash, he jess say, "Eeta
me!" (*)
(*) line accompanied by thumping fist on chest