"CUT, CUT BEHIND!"
- Vhen shnow und ice vas on der ground,
- Und merry shleigh-bells shingle;
- Vhen Shack Frost he vas been around,
- Und makes mine oldt ears tingle—
- I hear dhose roguish gamins say,
- "Let shoy pe unconfined!"
- Und dhen dhey go for efry shleigh,
- Und yell, " Cut, cut pehind!"
- It makes me shust feel young some more
- To hear dhose youngsters yell,
- Und eef I don'd vas shtiff und sore,
- Py shings! I shust vould—vell,
- Vhen some oldt pung vas coomin' py,
- I dink I'd feel inclined
- To shump righdt in upon der shly,
- Und shout, "Cut, cut pehind!"
- I mind me vot mine fader said
- Vonce, vhen I vas a poy,
- Mit meeschief alvays in mine head,
- Und fool off life und shoy.
- "Now, Hans, keep off der shleighs," says he,
- "Or else shust bear in mind,
- I dake you righdt across mine knee,
- Und cut, cut, cut pehind!"
- Vell, dot vas years und years ago,
- Und mine young Yawcob, too,
- Vas now shkydoodling droo der shnow,
- Shust like I used to do;
- Und vhen der pungs coom py mine house,
- I shust peeks droo der plind,
- Und sings oudt, " Go id, Yawcob Strauss,
- Cut, cut, cut, cut pehind!"