| Lyrics: | CALOMEL
Ye doctors all of every rank
With their long hills that break the
bank,
Of wisdom's learning, art, and skill
Seems all composed of calomel.
Since
calomel has been their toast,
How many patients have they lost,
How many hundreds have
they killed,
Or poisoned with their calomel.
lf any fatal wretch be sick
Go
call the doctor, haste, be quick,
The doctor comes with drop and pill
But don't forget his
calomel.
He enters, by the bed he stands,
He takes the patient hy the
hand,
Looks wise, sits down his pulse to feel
And then takes out his
calomel.
Next, turning to the patient's wite,
He calls for paper end a knife.
"
l think your husband would do well
To take a dosc ol calomel."
The man grows worse,
grows bad indeed
" Go call the doctor, ride with speed."
The doctor comes, the wife to
tell
To double the dose of calomel.
The man begins in death to groan,
The fatal
job for him is done,
The soul must go to heaven or hell,
A sacrifice to
calomel.
The doctors of the present day
Mind not what an old woman say,
Nor do
they mind me when l tell
I am no friend to calomel.
Well, if I must resign my
breath,
Pray let me die a natural death
And if I must bid all farewell,
Don't hurry
me with calomel.
from American Ballads and Songs, Pound
No tune given: songs well to
O Tannenbaum
@illness @doctor @medicine
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