Ye Doctor
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Ye Doctor, on his faithful nag, Rides all ye country round, And in his saddlebags great store Of physic may be found. He cups and bleeds with right good will, With pill and drench doth ply, Until his patient must get well, Unless he first doth die. Ye ancient steed is seen no more, Ye doctor telephones An absent treatment, or, perchance, Manipulates ye bones.
