OK, Folks, you know the drill. Let’s gather in front of our large, 13″, Black and White TV set, and and watch as a tall, lanky man in a khaki uniform strides out, introduces himself as Sheriff John. He pulls out his guitar, strums an “A” note, and sings the following for [assignment: name]:
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| Tsu dayn geburtstog, Tsu dayn yontev haynt, Hobn zikh farzamlt Dayne gute fraynt.Tsu dayn geburtstog, Tsu dayn yontev haynt, Hobn zikh farzamlt Dayne gute fraynt.Hura, hura mir vintchn dir, Hura, hura mir vintchn dir, Mir vintchn dir gezunt un glik. |
For your birthday, For your feast today, We got together Your good friends.For your birthday, For your feast today, We got together Your good friends.Hurray, hurray, we wish you, Hurray, hurray, we wish you, We wish you health and happiness! |
Lyrics and Music: Abraham Goldfaden (1840 – 1908)
