"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!