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BEN ALLAH ACHMET.
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"Come, nonsense!" said good Doctor Brown,
So this is Turkish coyness, is it?
You must contrive to fight it down—
Come, come, sir, please to be explicit."
The Turk he shyly bit his thumb,
And coyly blushed like one half-witted,
"The pain is in my little tum"
He, whispering, at length admitted.
"Then take you this, and take you that—
Your blood flows sluggish in its channel—
You must get rid of all this fat,
And wear my medicated flannel.
