Which wasn’t surprisin’ to me, sir,
Knowin’ as ’e was the best.
We ’ad just got ’ome that evening,
When the nurse runs out an’ cries,
“Quick, sir! an’ send for a doctor
Or Master ’Arry dies.”
The Missis jumps out o’ the dog-cart
An’ runs into the ’ouse with a shriek,
The squire ’e turned as pale as death
An’ seemed as ’e couldn’t speak.