Classic Poem

Little Minqua girl on the Christine kill!
Go get your sisters five
And stand them here twixt the kill and the hill,
Till the boatswain pipes alive:
Then, whistle, my Jack! and fiddle, Mynheer!
Till the Minqua girl so neat,
Can not stand still for the little brown ear
That tells such tunes to her feet!
Then whistle, my Jack! and fiddle Mynheer!
And the brandy wine kag tip more!
The Minqua maid is my little brown deer—
The Swede man's happy ashore!

The Kalmar Nyckel's a right fine ship,
The Vogel Gripen's fast,
But the Minqua girl has a cherry lip
And a lean like the vessel's mast;
Then whistle, my Jack! and fiddle, Mynheer!
Till the Minqua girl so young,
Shall feel no man but the Swede man near,
And teach him the Minqua tongue!
Then whistle, my Jack! and fiddle, Mynheer!
And the brandy wine kag tip more!
The Minqua maid is my little fawn deer—
The Swede man's happy ashore!

I love our queen, the little Christine,
Nor Stockholm's lassies slur,
But the Minqua girl has the red doe's lean,
And the sleek of the beaver fur;
Then whistle, my Jack! and fiddle, Mynheer!
Till we fire the Kalmar's gun
And the Minqua girl runs away with fear
In the woods where is venison!
Then whistle, my Jack! and fiddle, Mynheer!
And the brandy wine kag tip more!
The Minqua maid is my little game deer—
The Swede man's happy ashore!