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192 And now she's at the Doctor's door,

She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap;

The Doctor at the casement shows

His glimmering eyes that peep and dose!

And one hand rubs his old night-cap.

"Oh Doctor! Doctor! where's my Johnny!"

"I'm here, what is't you want with me?"

"Oh Sir! you know I'm Betty Foy,

And I have lost my poor dear Boy,

You know him—him you often see;

He's not so wise as some folks be."

"The devil take his wisdom!" said

The Doctor, looking somewhat grim

"What, Woman! should I know of him?"

And, grumbling, he went back to bed.

"O woe is me! O woe is me!

Here will I die; here will I die;

I thought to find my Johnny here,

But he is neither far nor near,

Oh! what a wretched Mother I!"