Alas! I own it has me there,
And long to get away—
Alas! I own it has me there.
And long, and long to get away.
’Tis sad to think how Randies clown,
And Wolffs and Wartons jeer;
I gulp this horrid cough-drop down,
And sigh when none can hear—
I gulp this horrid cough-drop down,
And sigh, and sigh when none can hear.