‘Lo, Ginger . . . ‘lo, Mike . . .
Where you been this long while
Since you an’ me was in the ol’
. . .
Oh, jus’ moseyin’ around like. . . .
Ever see anything o’ the ol’ ship? . . .
Aye, sailed in her myself las’ trip . . .
You did? . . . Aye. She’s gone, Fritz sunk ‘er;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem