Vulgar words in Hans Breitman's ballads (Page 1)
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Avay, avay, demselfs dey floong, Und a wild infernal lied dey sung: 'Tvas, "Tam de wein, and cuss de bier!
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Now Twine vas a gyrotwistive cuss ash blainly ish peen shown, Und vas always an out-findin' votefer might pe known, Und mit some of his circumswindles he fix de matter so, Dat he'd pe himself at dis meeding, und see how dings vas go.
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Dey should hafe bitched him ofer Vhen de gas was out, dey say; Boot de dame vould not 'low it:- She'd an arriere pensee.
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"Oh cuss de man dat mordered him!
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Ach, cuss him oop and down, Ja - cuss him troo de forest roads, Und tamn him in de toun!
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"May afery cuss dat e'er vas cusst, Since cussin foorst pegan; Pe hoorled in von drementous cuss, Acainsdt dat nasdy man!
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From de foorst crate cuss on Adam, To de smalles' of de crop"- Here de tead man gafe a shifer, Und gry oud - "For Gott's sake - shdop!
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Avay, avay, demselfs dey floong, Und a wild infernal lied dey sung: 'Tvas, "Tam de wein, and cuss de bier!
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Now Twine vas a gyrotwistive cuss ash blainly ish peen shown, Und vas always an out-findin' votefer might pe known, Und mit some of his circumswindles he fix de matter so, Dat he'd pe himself at dis meeding, und see how dings vas go.
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Dey should hafe bitched him ofer Vhen de gas was out, dey say; Boot de damé vould not 'low it:- She'd an arrière pensée.
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"Oh cuss de man dat mordered him!
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Ach, cuss him oop and down, Ja - cuss him troo de forest roads, Und tamn him in de toun!
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"May afery cuss dat e'er vas cusst, Since cussin foorst pegan; Pe hoorled in von drementous cuss, Acainsdt dat nasdy man!
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From de foorst crate cuss on Adam, To de smalles' of de crop"- Here de tead man gafe a shifer, Und gry oud - "For Gott's sake - <I>shdop!</I> "Dere's a cerdain lot of shwearin, Vitch anger alvays crafes; Boot spite like dat's enof to pring De tead men from deir craves.