Tony the Fish Peddler - A Son of the Beach

TONY, THE FISH PEDDLER, OR, "A SON OF THE BEACH."

I sella de fish, I sella de crab;
I'm notta so good, an, notta so bad;
I leev in da shack, var sea gull he screech,
I'm fish-pedla Tony, a Sonna da Beach.

I guess maybe you teenk I'm pretty beeg fool,
'Cause I naivair go to American school;
An' I don't know so guud da American speech,
I'm joost "Tony" da Fish-pedla, a Sonna da Beach.

Day say to me, "Tony, vot for you stay here?
You maka more mon' if you sella da beer";
I say, "I don' care if I naivair be reech,
I rather be joost a poor Sonna da Beach."

Laz' week I hear two fella talk on da san'
'Bout feller called "Willie", a beeg Prezdent man;
I don' hear so good vot day say in da speech,
But it soun' like he too is a Sonna da Beach.

Now, I don' teenk day mean he be fella like me;
'Cause he don' leef here, on da beach by da sea;
So I don' understan', maybe him and me each
Be two differen' kind of a Sonna da Beach.

Vell, I'm joost "Tony da Fish-pedla", an' dam glad I am,
I'm glad I ain't vot you call a Prezdent man;
'Cause some day ven I die and Heaven I reach
Day will say, "Hi, Tony, come in, you Sonna da Beach."

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