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A Pennsylvania Dutch Folk Song

"Dear August" (karaoke)

"Dear August" (sheet music)


O, du liewer Auguscht,

Du Auguscht, du Auguscht,

Un O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

 

Wann ich Geld hab,

Kaaf ich 'n neier Hut;

Wann ich kens hab,

Iss der alt noch gut!

 

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Du Auguscht, du Auguscht,

Un O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

 

Wann ich Geld hab,

Bin ich luschdich;

Wann ich kens hab,

Bin ich gruschdich!

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

 

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Du Auguscht, du Auguscht,

Un O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

Mei Geld iss Ver-soffe,

Mei Fraa iss Ver-loffe!

 

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Du Auguscht, du Auguscht,

Un O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

 

Die alt Windmiehl

Geht die Schtrooss naus,

Yaagt die Kieh heem,

Dutt die Schoof naus!

 

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Du Auguscht, du Auguscht,

Un O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

 

Am Wattshaus

Kummt en Meedel raus,

Schteckt die Bee raus,

Gloppt die Peif aus!

 

O, du liewer Auguscht,

Was iss mer's verleed!

 

O, you dear Augustine,

Augustine, Augustine,

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

 

With my pockets full

I buy a new hat;

When they're empty,

I just can't do that.

 

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

O, you dear Augustine,

Augustine, Augustine,

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

 

With my pockets full,

I'm frisky;

When they're empty,

I want whiskey!

 

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

O, you dear Augustine,

Augustine, Augustine,

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

 

I drank up

My money:

Now at home there's

No honey!

 

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

O, you dear Augustine,

Augustine, Augustine,

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

 

The old windmill,

Walked along the path;

Chased the cows home;

Gave the sheep a bath!

 

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

O, you dear Augustine,

Augustine, Augustine,

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!

 

At the tavern,

Lives a maiden fair;

She sticks her legs out

And combs her golden hair!

 

O, you dear August,

How sad you must be!


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