I’m very sad at heart, doctor,
To think you hate me so;
And why you call me names, doctor,
I really do not know.
You shouldn’t use such naughty words
About your once dear friend;
Oh! why not, for dear Tichborne’s sake,
Let this sad difference end?
Chorus. Won’t you tell me why, doctor, &c., &c.
We’ve both pressed Roger’s hand, doctor,