He was gettin’ weak near the finish,
Swayin’ all over the road,
An’ I cries, “We must save the kiddy’s life,”
An’ ’e ’urried as if ’e knowed.
Twenty yards from the doctor’s
’E staggered an’ then he fell;
I picked myself up and ran on foot
An’ tugged at the doctor’s bell.
I gave the doctor the message,
Told ’im to ’urry of course,