VIII.
Farewell, farewell, my parents dear, My friends, farewell to them! And oh, what costs a sadder tear, Good-bye to Mr. M.!-- If I should find an Indian vault, Or fall a tiger’s prey, Or steep in salt, it’s all _his_ fault, I’m going to Bombay!
Farewell, farewell, my parents dear, My friends, farewell to them! And oh, what costs a sadder tear, Good-bye to Mr. M.!-- If I should find an Indian vault, Or fall a tiger’s prey, Or steep in salt, it’s all _his_ fault, I’m going to Bombay!