The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

by W. S. Gilbert

"Go to Madeira? goodness me!

I haven't the money to pay your fee!"

"Then, Paley Vollaire," said the leech, "good-bye;

I'll come no more, for you're sure to die."

He sighed and he groaned and smote his breast;

"Oh, send," said he, "for Frederick West,

Ere senses fade or my eyes grow dim:

I've a terrible tale to whisper him!"

Poor was Frederick's lot in life,—