But, watching my paesan,
Singing and playing with the organette,
From far across the pond,
Making me think about the traditions,
That won't live on with me,
As familiar as Canada's seasons,
And Dub'ewe Kay Ar Pee in Cinc'nnati,
I want to relive my youth, get it back,
Learn those songs and dances,
The language, cooking and literature,
Those sayings my aunt says.
E'en if I tried,
It's probably too late,
That generation is mostly all gone,
Or just too old to teach this manga cake.
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