But now against the wall, John held his head,
And drawling out, ‘Ah, no! I’m almost dead.’
So, on a Blanket stretch’d, in wretched plight,
And, parch’d with fever, groan’d away the Night.
Learning to Smoke and drink Grog.
Poor Johnny on the sick List.
Next morn the Doctor came, his Friend to seek,
And found poor Johnny, feverish, and weak.