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THE GREAT QUACK.
I am the great god Quack and I carry the world on my back,
With my potions and pills for your ailments and ills,
As I tread on my merciful track.
To me ye must come, to me ye must come
To the gentle physician's call;
Here are drugs for some, here are drops for some,
And a panacea for all.
I have drenches for wenches, that stop with their stenches
The very worse sickness at once,
I have balm for the miser and meat for the wiser
And drams for the silliest dunce.
Won't you buy of me, try of me
Out of your wealth vigour and health?
Ah, you need not he shy of me,
Seeking my favours and flavours and savours
In darkness by stealth.
I am ready and steady your friend for each time
And each trouble and clime, and as sure as the chime
Of the clock which the sinner awakes to his dinner—
I heal for a dime.
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As I tread on my merciful track.
To me ye must come, to me ye must come
To the gentle physician's call;
Here are drugs for some, here are drops for some,
And a panacea for all.
I have drenches for wenches, that stop with their stenches
The very worse sickness at once,
I have balm for the miser and meat for the wiser
And drams for the silliest dunce.
Won't you buy of me, try of me
Out of your wealth vigour and health?
Ah, you need not he shy of me,
Seeking my favours and flavours and savours
In darkness by stealth.
I am ready and steady your friend for each time
And each trouble and clime, and as sure as the chime
Of the clock which the sinner awakes to his dinner—
I heal for a dime.
I am the great god Quack and I carry your cures in my pack,
With my ointments and salves that do nothing by halves
And will never for maladies lack.
To me ye must come, to me ye must come
From your factory mills and the mines;
Here is life for all, here is love for some
And the best of anodynes.
For the masses and classes and lads and the lasses,
I keep the most bountiful stores;
See my boxes of Science, and bags of reliance
For healing your sins and your sores!
Won't you take of me, make of me
Father and friend true to the end,
While you purchase for sake of me
Help for your blindness, unkindness, behindness,
And quickly amend?
I am handy for dandy and sloven, with quill
For the author at will, for the Member a Bill;
And my marvellous Tonic has something Byronic
For the bard and new skill.
With my ointments and salves that do nothing by halves
And will never for maladies lack.
To me ye must come, to me ye must come
From your factory mills and the mines;
Here is life for all, here is love for some
And the best of anodynes.
For the masses and classes and lads and the lasses,
I keep the most bountiful stores;
See my boxes of Science, and bags of reliance
For healing your sins and your sores!
Won't you take of me, make of me
Father and friend true to the end,
While you purchase for sake of me
Help for your blindness, unkindness, behindness,
And quickly amend?
I am handy for dandy and sloven, with quill
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And my marvellous Tonic has something Byronic
For the bard and new skill.
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