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Di Grine Kuzine Tsu mir iz gekumen a kuzine Sheyn vi gold iz zi geven, di grine Bekelakh vi royte pomerantsn Fiselakh vos betn zich tsum tantsn. Herelakh vi zaydn-veb gelokte Tseyndelekh vi perelakh getokte Eygelakh vi himl-bloy in friling Lipelekh vi karshelekh a tsviling. Nisht gegangen iz zi, nor geshprungen Nisht geret hot zi, nor gezungen Lebedik un freylekh yede mine - Ot aza geven iz mayn kuzine. Un azoy ariber tseyner yorn Fun mayn kuzine iz a tel gevorn "Peides" hot zi vokhenlang geklibn Biz fun ir iz gornisht nit geblibn. Haynt az ikh bagegen mayn kuzine Un ikh freg ir: S'makhtsu epes, Grine? Ziftst zi op, un kh'leyen in ir mine: Brenen zol Colombus' es medine!
Translated lyrics
The Greenhorn Cousin A girl cousin arrived, a greenhorn, Beautiful as gold she was Cheeks red as oranges Tiny feet, just made for dancing. Her hair was as a silk web Her teeth as pearls on a string Her eyes, blue as skies in spring Her lips, just like twin cherries. She did not walk, she leapt She did not talk, she sang. Her every feature joyful and gay - Such a one was my cousin. But, as the years passed by My cousin went downhill From working hard week after week Nothing remained but a wreck. Today, as I meet her in the street And I ask: How's everything, Greenhorn? She just sighs and I read in her eye: To hell with Columbus'paradise!
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From Theodore Bikel sings Yiddish theatre and Folk songs
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