_I_ do _dot_ bend. O lor!--
There's that codfonded kitchid bell;
"The Bixture as Before!"

I've had at least a budth of it,
Sidtz I was first struck dowd,
Yet here id slippered feet I sit!
By daily half-a-crowd--
For bedsud taxes by poor purse.
It is ad awfud bore.
This bedsud bakid be feel worse--
"The Bixture as Before!"

I'b odly a poor City clerk.
Quidide is bodstrous dear;
By doctor treats it as a lark,
Ad tries by bide to cheer.
But if by situashud goes,
I'b ruid--ad two score!
What cad avail the Doctor's dose--
"The Bixture as Before"?

It bay be Bicrobes, as they say,
This Idfluedza pest;
What batters? I bust cough--ad _pay_!
The Doctor orders "Rest"!
Bicrobes be blowed, ad Rest go hag!
I'll stad this thig do bore!
BARY! was that the door-bell rag?
--"The Bixture as Before"!