I turned from the sight, to my bedroom stepped back,
And brought out a vial marked “Pulv. Ipecac,”
When my Nancy exclaimed—for their sufferings shocked her—
“Don’t you think you had better, love, run for the doctor!”
I ran, and was scarcely back under my roof,
When I heard the sharp clatter of old Jalop’s hoof.
I might say that I hardly had turned myself round,
When the doctor came into the room with a bound;
He was covered with mud from his head to his foot,
And the suit he had on was his very worst suit,