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| AH’M sick, doctor-man, Ah’m sick! | |
| Gi’ me some’n’ to he’p me quick, | |
| Don’t,—Ah’ll die! | |
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| Tried mighty hard fo’ to cure mahse’f; | |
| Tried all dem t’ings on de pantry she’f; | 5 |
| Couldn’ fin’ not’in’ a-tall would do, | |
| An’ so Ah sent fo’ you. | |
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| “Wha’d Ah take?” Well, le’ me see: | |
| Firs’,—horhound drops an’ catnip tea; | |
| Den rock candy soaked in rum, | 10 |
| An’ a good sized chunk o’ camphor gum; | |
| Next Ah tried was castor oil, | |
| An’ snakeroot tea brought to a boil; | |
| Sassafras tea fo’ to clean mah blood; | |
| But none o’ dem t’ings didn’ do no good. | 15 |
| Den when home remedies seem to shirk, | |
| Dem pantry bottles was put to work: | |
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| Blue-mass, laud’num, liver pills, | |
| “Sixty-six, fo’ fever an’ chills,” | |
| Ready Relief, an’ A. B. C., | 20 |
| An’ half a bottle of X. Y. Z. | |
| An’ sev’al mo’ Ah don’t recall, | |
| Dey nevah done no good at all. | |
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| Mah appetite begun to fail; | |
| Ah fo’ced some clabber, about a pail, | 25 |
| Fo’ mah of gran’ma always said | |
| When yo’ can’t eat you’re almost dead. | |
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| So Ah got scared an’ sent for you.— | |
| Now, doctor, see what you c’n do. | |
| Ah’m sick, doctor-man. Gawd knows Ah’m sick! | 30 |
| Gi’ me some’n’ to he’p me quick, | |
| Don’t,—Ah’ll die! | |
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