CHRIS
Ay tank, after your mo'der die, ven Ay vas avay on voyage, it's better for you you don't never see me! Ay don't know, Anna, vhy Ay never come home Sveden in ole year. Ay vant come home end of every voyage. Ay vant see your mo'der, your two bro'der before dey vas drowned, you ven you vas born — but — Ay — don't go.