Highly Desireable

The boarder in the bar-room rose, A pale gaunt man who lodged with Hann, 'I bear,' he said, 'the worst of woes, And suffer torments no one knows, For do my best I never can Have sleep like any other man. 'I have insomnia,' said he. 'At times it drives me mad outright. Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Its just the same, so sleep for me. You won't believe for three years quite I haven't slept two hours a night.' Boss-cocky Billson softly swore, And turning from his chestnut cob. 'What's that?' he questioned from the door. 'You say that you don't sleep no more Than two hours? I pay thirty bob. Now, mister, do you want a job?'