Baby Up at Battenberg's

Heerd 'bout what's happened? Why o' course ye has; Baby up at Battenberg's Hope it tain't the las'!

Doctor come at eight o'clock, Rig all spleshed with clay; Dad a trampin' up the hall, Skeery?—I sh'd say!

Kind o' still 'roun' the house, Folk on tiptoe walk Tell the door is open An' we hear a squawk!

Doctor whispers suthin'— Daddy hollers: "No!" Doctor says, "Twelve pounder!" Daddy whoops out: "Sho!"

Daddy—happier'n a clam! Mother doin' well; Baby up at Battenberg's, Haven't ye heerd tell?