“Does your mother know, Taffy, you're out of your
shroud?”
“Hur physic'd a week—at hur very last squeak,
Hur try'd toasted cheese and decoction of leek.”
“I'm pocketting fees for the self-same disease
From the dustman next door—I'll prescribe toasted
cheese
And leek punch for lunch!” But the remedy fails—
What kills Pat from Kilmore, cures Taffy from Wales.