Da beggarman across da way
Ees happy as can be;
He laugh an' weenk baycause he theenk
He gotta joke on me.

O! my! O! my! how cold eet ees
For stan' on deesa street!
Da weends blow like dey gona freeze
Da shoes upon your feet.
I nevva see een deesa town
So fierce da weentra storm;
I keepa hoppin' up an' down
For mak' my feeta warm.
But beggarman across da way
He stan' against da wall,
So like eet was a summer day;
He ees no cold at all.
Ees justa box een fronta heem
For hold hees teenna cup,
But he bayhava so eet seem
A stove for warm heem up.
An' evra time he look an' see
How colda man am I,
He justa weenk an' laugh at me
So like he gona die!
An' so I leave dees fruita stan'
An' walka 'cross da street
For see how ees dees beggarman
Can keep so warma feet.
I look, an' dere I see da legs
Dat prop heem by da wall
Ees notheeng more dan wooden pegs —
He got no feet at all!

Eef colda feet should mak' you swear
An' growl so bad as me,
I bat your life you would no care
So mooch eef you could see
Da beggarman across da way,
So happy as can be,
Dat laugh an' weenk baycause he theenk
He gotta joke on me!