“Doc”

In his big, fur coat and with mittens big as hams,

With his string of bells a-jingling, through the country side he slams.

There are lots of calls to make and he’s always on the tear,

A-looming in his cutter like an amiable bear.

And it’s hi-i-i, there!

Johnny don’t ye care,

Though’tis aching something awful and is most too much to bear.

Just--be--gay!

As soon as it is day,

That pain will go a-flyin’, for the doctor’s on the way.

There are real, true saints; there are angels all around,

But there isn’t one that’s welcomer than he is, I’ll be bound.

When he bustles in the bed-room and he dumps his buff’ler coat,

And sticks a glass thermometer a-down the suff’rin throat.

And it’s chirk, cheer up!

Mother, bring a cup!

You’re going to like this bully when you take a little sup.

There--there--why,

There’s a twinkle in your eye!

You’ll be out again to-morrow, bub; gid-dap, gid-dap, good-bye!