gottferdummi

Updated: May 23, 2025

I take odds you'll exclaim, 'twixt a grunt and a stare, 'Gottferdummi' the beggar's gone mad, I declare, And his wits must have followed his 'peeper' not so; He will give you the wherefore, will William Barlow Viz: he's so seedy and blue, he's so deucedly triste, He's so d d out of sorts, he's so d d out of tune, That for mere consolation he cannot resist The temptation of holding with Tommy commune.

Felix Moscheles - In Bohemia with Du Maurier: The First Of A Series Of Reminiscences