The Newspapers will tell;
Therefore you need not ring at night,
At “Doctor Engl-nd’s Bell.”
To boil me down—did Doctor Pure,
Affirm ’twould be a sin;
And then Old J-rv-s wink’d his eye,
And swore he’d tan my skin.
I can’t tell where my head is gone,
But M-lls and N-ch-ls can;
Also my trunk which is to go,