When you are ill, or blue in the gill,
If you’re shaking with a chill—
You’ll shake until—you take our pill.
It will either cure or it will kill—
It will either cure or kill.
This priceless balm we have brought from far,
The sweet-scented spirits of ammonia.
Maids.—
(Lean over, smell bottles, and sneeze.) Kechew!!
Chemists.—