There was a fat old Dutchman, His name was Dunderbeck,

voiceCollected by: Sung by: Steve Houser Merlyn B. Page Fayetteville, Arkansas James R. Hayes October 26, 1958 Reel 278 Item 2 DUNDERBECK There was a fat old Dutchman, His name was Dunderbeck, He was fond of sausage meat, And sauerkraut and speck, He started up a butcher shop, The finest, the finest ever seen, And got himself a patent On his sausage meat machine. Chorus: Oh Dunderbeck, how Dunderbeck, How could you be so mean? I’m sorry you invented, Such a terrible machine, The pussycats and bobtailed rats, Will nevermore be seen, They’ve all been ground to sausage meat, In Dunderbeck’s machine. One day a very little boy, Came marchine in the store, And ordered up some sausage meat, And steak a half a score, And while he was awaiting, He whistled up a tune, And the sausage meat began to hop And to jump around the room. Oh Dunderback, oh Dunderbeck, How could you be so mean? I’m sorry you invented, Such a terrible machine, The pussycats and bobtailed rats, Will nevermore be seen, They’ve all been ground to sausage meat, In Dunderbeck’s machine.Continue DUNDERBECK Reel 278, Item 2 (Cont’d) Oh something was the matter, The machine it would not go, So Dunderbeck, he crawled inside, The reason for to know, His wife she had a nightmare, And walking in her sleep, She gave the crank a terrible yank, And Dunderbeck was meat. Oh Dunderbeck, oh Dunderbeck, How could you be so mean? I’m sorry you invented, Such a terrible machine, The pussycats, and bobtailed rats, Will never more be seen, They've all been ground to sausage meat, In Dunderbeck’s machine, fine.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation