Was mooning around, to a neighbouring square, to join in an evening tea,
When a tremulous maiden, checked his steps, and cried him, "O Mister Man,
Me mother's afeered, that the two pair back, is goin' to kick the can!
O Mister Medical Sir, he's sick, an' owin' a quarter's rent,
An' that's the most, of the cause for why, of the hurry, that I was sent,
O Mister Medical Man, Sir please, O please Sir folly me quick,
You might be able to worry him thro' from the fit of the stiffnin' sick!
Oh! come Sir, please Sir, do Sir come,
O hurry an' come with me quick!"
From sympathetic professional heart, for indigent sick alway,