Bab Ballads and Savoy Songs by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
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(Although his harem would have shocked her);
But Brown adored that maiden, too: He was a most seductive doctor. They'd follow her where'er she'd go-- A course of action most improper; She neither knew by sight, and so For neither of them cared a copper. Brown did not know that Turkish male, He might have been his sainted mother: The people in this simple tale Are total strangers to each other. One day that Turk he sickened sore Which threw him straight into a sharp pet; He threw himself upon the floor And rolled about upon his--carpet. It made him moan--it made him groan And almost wore him to a mummy: Why should I hesitate to own That pain was in his little tummy? At length a Doctor came and rung (As Allah Achmet had desired) Who felt his pulse, looked up his tongue, And hummed and hawed, and then inquired: "Where is the pain, that long has preyed |
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