Ye Chemist
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Ye Chemist fills his little shop With drugs of fearsome smell, He weigheth out ye ipecac And eke ye calomel. Ye herbs he gathered in ye fall Hang on his beams to dry, And they are nauseous to ye taste And dusty to ye eye. Ye old-time druggist, musty soul, Was honored in his age, Man had not reached ye College Ice And Picture Postal stage.
