Three sufferers that night were brought home in alarm,
Bemoaning their fate with many a sigh;
One had broken her leg, another her arm,
And the third alas! had fractured her thigh:
For woman will skate, whate’er be their fate,
Though to mend we know it’s never too late,
So good-bye to the rink and the skating.
From Idyls of the Rink. Judd and Co, London, 1876.
Song on Cyprus, by Mr. Gladstone.