Shild

"Und Shonny Schwartz' barents vas poorer as be" — Oh, dhose shildren, dhose shildren, dhey boddher mine life ! — But shtop shust a leedle. If Katrine, mine vife, […]

RAGGOU. For oughta me see, dis shild be your shild. CAPTAIN. How prove you that, sir? RAGGOU. Begar, she say de shild belong to de troop, and you say de troop belong to you; derefore, de shild is your shild, begar. […] RAGGOU. […] Madam Dol, before my Capitain, if your shild be born wid never a shart, den it by my shild, for me have had no shart dis forty week.