Doc he started out the fust-off as a vet’rinary
doc,
An’ he made a reputation jest as solid as a rock.
Doct’rin’ hosses’ throats or such like, why, there
warn’t a man in town
Who could take a cone of paper, poof the sul-
phur furder down.
He could handle pips an’ garget in a brisk an’
thorough style,
An’ there wan’t a cow’t would hook him when