A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||
The MISTAKE.
By the Same.
A cannon ball, one bloody day,
Took a poor sailor's leg away;
And, as on 'his comrade's back he made off,
A second fairly took his head off.
The fellow, on this odd emergence,
Carries him pick-back to the surgeons.
Took a poor sailor's leg away;
And, as on 'his comrade's back he made off,
A second fairly took his head off.
The fellow, on this odd emergence,
Carries him pick-back to the surgeons.
Z---ds! cries the Doctor, are you drunk,
To bring me here an headless trunk?
To bring me here an headless trunk?
A lying dog! cries Jack,—he said
His leg was off, and not his head.
His leg was off, and not his head.
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||