VI.THAT OF "DOCTHOR" PATRICK O'DOOLEY.

In the South Pacific OceanIn an oiland called Koodoo,An' the monarch ov thot oilandIz King Hulla-bulla-loo.Oi wuz docthor to thot monarchWonct. Me name iz Pat O'Dooley.Yis, you're roight. Oi come from Oirland,From the County Ballyhooly.An' Oi'll tell yez how Oi came to beA docthor in Koodoo;May the Divil burn the ind ov me,If ivery word's not thrue.Oi wuz sailin' to Ameriky,Aboard the "Hilly Haully,"Which wuz drounded in the ocean,For the toime ov year wuz squally.

In the South Pacific Ocean

In an oiland called Koodoo,

An' the monarch ov thot oiland

Iz King Hulla-bulla-loo.

Oi wuz docthor to thot monarch

Wonct. Me name iz Pat O'Dooley.

Yis, you're roight. Oi come from Oirland,

From the County Ballyhooly.

An' Oi'll tell yez how Oi came to beA docthor in Koodoo;May the Divil burn the ind ov me,If ivery word's not thrue.Oi wuz sailin' to Ameriky,Aboard the "Hilly Haully,"Which wuz drounded in the ocean,For the toime ov year wuz squally.

An' Oi'll tell yez how Oi came to be

A docthor in Koodoo;

May the Divil burn the ind ov me,

If ivery word's not thrue.

Oi wuz sailin' to Ameriky,

Aboard the "Hilly Haully,"

Which wuz drounded in the ocean,

For the toime ov year wuz squally.

An' Oi floated on a raft, sor,For some twinty days or more,Till Oi cum to Koodoo Island,Phwich Oi'd niver seen before.But the natives ov thot counthry,Sure, would take a lot ov batin',For a foine young sthrappin' fellerThey think moighty pleasint atin'.

An' Oi floated on a raft, sor,

For some twinty days or more,

Till Oi cum to Koodoo Island,

Phwich Oi'd niver seen before.

But the natives ov thot counthry,

Sure, would take a lot ov batin',

For a foine young sthrappin' feller

They think moighty pleasint atin'.

An' they wint an' told the King, sor,Him called Hulla-bulla-loo."Ye come from Oirland, sor?" sez he."Bedad!" sez Oi, "thot's true."Thin he whispered to the cook, sor;An' the cook he giv me warnin':"It's Oirishstewyou'll be," sez he,"To-morrow, come the marnin'."But to-morrow, be the Powers, sor,The King wuz moighty bad,Wid most odjus pains insoide him,An' they nearly drove him mad;So he sint a little note, sor,By the cook, apologoizin'For not cooking me that day, sor,Wid politeness most surprisin'!An' Oi wrote him back a letther,Jist expressin' my regret,Thot Oi shouldn't hiv the honor,Sor, ov bein' cooked an' et;An' Oi indid up the lettherWid a midical expresshin,As would lead him to imagineOi belonged to the professhin.Och! he sint for meat wonct, sor."If ye'llonlysave me loife,"Sez he, "Oi'll give yez money,An' a most attractive woife,An' ye won't be in themenuOv me little dinner partyIf ye'll only pull me round," sez he,"An' make me sthrong an' hearty."So Oi made a diagnosisWid my penknife an' some sthring(Though Oi hadn't got a notionHow they made the blessid thing;But Oi knew thot docthors did itPhwen they undertook a case, sor),An' Oi saw his pulse, an' filt his tongue,An' pulled a sarious face, sor.Thin Oi troied a bit ov blarney."Plaze, yer gracious Madjisty,It's yer brains iz much too big, sor,For yer cranium, ye see."But the King he looked suspicious,An' he giv a moighty frown, sor."The pain's not there at all," sez he,"The pain is further down, sor."

An' they wint an' told the King, sor,

Him called Hulla-bulla-loo.

"Ye come from Oirland, sor?" sez he.

"Bedad!" sez Oi, "thot's true."

Thin he whispered to the cook, sor;

An' the cook he giv me warnin':

"It's Oirishstewyou'll be," sez he,

"To-morrow, come the marnin'."

But to-morrow, be the Powers, sor,The King wuz moighty bad,Wid most odjus pains insoide him,An' they nearly drove him mad;So he sint a little note, sor,By the cook, apologoizin'For not cooking me that day, sor,Wid politeness most surprisin'!

But to-morrow, be the Powers, sor,

The King wuz moighty bad,

Wid most odjus pains insoide him,

An' they nearly drove him mad;

So he sint a little note, sor,

By the cook, apologoizin'

For not cooking me that day, sor,

Wid politeness most surprisin'!

An' Oi wrote him back a letther,Jist expressin' my regret,Thot Oi shouldn't hiv the honor,Sor, ov bein' cooked an' et;An' Oi indid up the lettherWid a midical expresshin,As would lead him to imagineOi belonged to the professhin.

An' Oi wrote him back a letther,

Jist expressin' my regret,

Thot Oi shouldn't hiv the honor,

Sor, ov bein' cooked an' et;

An' Oi indid up the letther

Wid a midical expresshin,

As would lead him to imagine

Oi belonged to the professhin.

Och! he sint for meat wonct, sor."If ye'llonlysave me loife,"Sez he, "Oi'll give yez money,An' a most attractive woife,An' ye won't be in themenuOv me little dinner partyIf ye'll only pull me round," sez he,"An' make me sthrong an' hearty."

Och! he sint for meat wonct, sor.

"If ye'llonlysave me loife,"

Sez he, "Oi'll give yez money,

An' a most attractive woife,

An' ye won't be in themenu

Ov me little dinner party

If ye'll only pull me round," sez he,

"An' make me sthrong an' hearty."

So Oi made a diagnosisWid my penknife an' some sthring(Though Oi hadn't got a notionHow they made the blessid thing;But Oi knew thot docthors did itPhwen they undertook a case, sor),An' Oi saw his pulse, an' filt his tongue,An' pulled a sarious face, sor.

So Oi made a diagnosis

Wid my penknife an' some sthring

(Though Oi hadn't got a notion

How they made the blessid thing;

But Oi knew thot docthors did it

Phwen they undertook a case, sor),

An' Oi saw his pulse, an' filt his tongue,

An' pulled a sarious face, sor.

Thin Oi troied a bit ov blarney."Plaze, yer gracious Madjisty,It's yer brains iz much too big, sor,For yer cranium, ye see."But the King he looked suspicious,An' he giv a moighty frown, sor."The pain's not there at all," sez he,"The pain is further down, sor."

Thin Oi troied a bit ov blarney.

"Plaze, yer gracious Madjisty,

It's yer brains iz much too big, sor,

For yer cranium, ye see."

But the King he looked suspicious,

An' he giv a moighty frown, sor.

"The pain's not there at all," sez he,

"The pain is further down, sor."

"Oi'm commin', sor, to thot," sez Oi."Lie quiet, sor, an' still,While Oi go an' make yer MadjistyMe cilebratid pill."In the pocket ov me jacketOi had found an old ship's biscuit("An' Oi think," sez Oi, "'twill do," sez Oi,"At any rate Oi'll risk it").

"Oi'm commin', sor, to thot," sez Oi.

"Lie quiet, sor, an' still,

While Oi go an' make yer Madjisty

Me cilebratid pill."

In the pocket ov me jacket

Oi had found an old ship's biscuit

("An' Oi think," sez Oi, "'twill do," sez Oi,

"At any rate Oi'll risk it").

The biscuit it wuz soft an' blackBy raisin ov the wet,An' it made the foinist pill, sor,Thot Oi've iver seen as yet;It wuz flavoured rayther sthronglyWid salt wather an' tobaccy,But, be jabers, sor, it did the thrick,An'curedthe blissid blackie!The King wuz as deloighted,An' as grateful as could be,An' he got devorced from all his woives,An' givthe lotto me;But a steamer, passin' handy,Wuz more plazin' to "yours trooly,"An' among the passingers aboardWuz the "Docthor",—Pat O'Dooley.

The biscuit it wuz soft an' black

By raisin ov the wet,

An' it made the foinist pill, sor,

Thot Oi've iver seen as yet;

It wuz flavoured rayther sthrongly

Wid salt wather an' tobaccy,

But, be jabers, sor, it did the thrick,

An'curedthe blissid blackie!

The King wuz as deloighted,An' as grateful as could be,An' he got devorced from all his woives,An' givthe lotto me;But a steamer, passin' handy,Wuz more plazin' to "yours trooly,"An' among the passingers aboardWuz the "Docthor",—Pat O'Dooley.

The King wuz as deloighted,

An' as grateful as could be,

An' he got devorced from all his woives,

An' givthe lotto me;

But a steamer, passin' handy,

Wuz more plazin' to "yours trooly,"

An' among the passingers aboard

Wuz the "Docthor",—Pat O'Dooley.

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