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Thomas Augustine Daly
Giuseppe, da barber, ees greata for “mash,”
He gotta da bigga, da blacka mustache,
Good clo'es an' good styla an' playnta good cash.
W'enevra Giuseppe ees walk on da street,
Da peopla dey talka, “how nobby! how neat!
How softa da handa, how smalla da feet.”
He raisa hees hat an' he shaka hees curls,
An' smila weeth teetha so shiny like pearls;
O! many da heart of da seelly young girls
Yes, playnta he gotta—
Giuseppe, da barber, he maka da eye,
An' lika da steam engine puffa an' sigh,
For catcha Carlotta w'en she ees go by.
Carlotta she walka weeth nose in da air,
An' look through Giuseppe weeth far-away stare,
As eef she no see dere ees som'body dere.
Giuseppe, da barber, he gotta da cash,
He gotta da clo'es an' da bigga mustache,
He gotta da seely young girls for da 'mash,'
You bat my life, notta—
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Thomas Augustine Daly (1871 – 1948) was born and raised in Philadelphia where, working as a grocery clerk as a teenager, he developed an ear for dialect. A versatile writer who established himself as a respected journalist and poet, he was also a popular humorist and lecturer, and entertained audiences across the U.S., Canada, and England.
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