New Zealand Minstrelsy
A Desperate Case
A Desperate Case.
What maks the Doctor groan in bed,
Oh! what can be the matter?
Can’t be the migram in his head
That sets his eyes to water?
“Oh no!” he cried, “I’ve got a wound,
I fear it will prove fatal:
No symptom in my case is sound,
Which stings me like a nettle.”
Fal, lal, lal, &c.
New Zealand Flora and Fauna“This morn I long’d for pigeon soup,
So went a-pigeon-shooting;
The kawkaws long me sore did dupe,
At last a bird sat suiting.
Sly Cupid, lurking by a root,
Unseen had trimm’d his arrow;
As I aim’d high, the bird to shoot,
He pierc’d my heart and marrow!”
Fal, lal, lal, &c.
“Th’ effect was such, that Lovedown I fell,
And writhed in pains uncommon;
Their keenness more than tongue can tell,—
Aye, more than pangs of woman!
Alas! no med’cine will me save,
Which gives me greater sorrow;
Go! bid the sexton dig my grave,
For I’ll be dead to-morrow.”
Fal, lal, lal, &c.