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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Village Doctor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the village where he married,<br>Doctor Eldebury tarried;<br>And for fourty years our people knew him well.<br>How he listered us and bled us,<br>How with calomel he fed us,<br>Only I am living now to tell.<br>Though his drugs were deadly, yet his heart was kind,<br>And with voice tuned cheerily and high,<br>It was &quot;Up, now, my little fellow! livly's can be!<br>Come, take your medicine like a little man,<br>And you'll feel better by-and-by.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Count the mossy marbles in the graveyard!<br>Our old doctor and his patients, there they lie.<br>All regradless of the weather,<br>They are waiting there together,<br>For that long-sought &quot;better by-and-by.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some physicians talk in Latin;<br>Some array their wives in satin;<br>As for our old doctor, such was not his way.<br>Gleaning fees of half a dollar,<br>Would you find a learn-ed scholar<br>'Mong the mountains, riding night and day?<br>Saddle-bags behind him, on his &quot;pale white horse,&quot;<br>To his far off patient see him fly,<br>Saying &quot;Up, now, my little fellow! livly's can be!<br>Come, take your medicine like a little man,<br>And you'll feel better by-and-by.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! the doses he invented!<br>Us in youth he tormented<br>With his plasters, and his powders, and his pills;<br>Water for our thirst denying,<br>Fevered though we were and dying,<br>While the cool springs wasted from the hills!<br>Yet he thought no evil, and he meant no harm:<br>We had faith--yes, hope when he came nigh<br>With his &quot;Up, now, my little fellow! livly's can be!<br>Come, take your medicine like a little man,<br>And you'll feel better by-and-by.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q>
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Doctor Eldebury tarried;
And for fourty years our people knew him well.
How he listered us and bled us,
How with calomel he fed us,
Only I am living now to tell.
Though his drugs were deadly, yet his heart was kind..."></div>
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