IV.
They say our climate’s damp and cold,
And lungs are tender things;
My uncle’s much abroad and old,
But when “King Cole” he sings,
A Stentor’s voice, enough to stun,
Declares him an Undying One.
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V.
Others have died from needle-pricks,
And very slender blows;
From accidental slips or kicks,
Or bleedings at the nose;
Or choked by grape-stone, or a bun—
But he is the Undying One!
VI.
A soldier once, he once endur’d
A bullet in the breast—
It might have kill’d—but only cured
An asthma in the chest;
He was not to be slain with gun,
For he is the Undying One.
VII.
In water once too long he dived,
And all supposed him beat,
He seem’d so cold—but he revived
To have another heat,
Just when we thought his race was run,
And came in fresh—th’ Undying One!
VIII.
To look at Meux’s once he went,
And tumbled in the vat—
And greater Jobs their liv............