Please step softly, Dolly's sleeping
After such a night of pain;
Neither Maude, nor I, nor Alice,
Thought she'd ever sleep again.
Yes, we sent for Mr. Doctor,
And he gave her heaps of pills,
Big black draughts, and pale magnesia,
Rhubarb red, and oil, and squills.
Said she had a dang'rous fever;
Thought she might have caught a cold,
Or perchance had got the jaundice,
For she looked like yellow gold.
Shook his head, then sighed a little,
As he took an ample fee,
Then remarked that after dinner
We should see--what we should see.
But she sleeps; so tell the Doctor,
When he comes at half past four,
That our darling doesn't want him,
And he needn't come here more;