SEE, Sirs, see here! a Doctor rare, who travels much at home!
Here take my Bills, take my Bills,
I cure all Ills, past, present, and to come;
the Cramp, the Stitch, the Squirt, the Itch,
the Gout, the Stone, the Pox,
the Mulligrubs, the Bonny Scrubs,
and all, all, all, all, all, Pandora’s Box;
Thousands I’ve Dissected, Thousands new erected,
and such Cures effected, as none e’er can tell.
Let the Palsie shake ye, let the Chollick rack ye,
let the Crinkums break ye, let the Murrain take ye;
Take this, take this and you are well.
Thousands, &c.
Come Wits so keen, devour’d with Spleen;
come Beaus who sprain’d your Backs,
Great-belly’d Maids, old founder’d Jades,
and Pepper’d Vizard Cracks.
I soon remove the pains of Love,
and cure the Love-sick Maid;
the Hot, the Cold, the Young,
the Old, the Living and the Dead.
I clear the Lass with Wainscot Face,
and from Pim-ginets free,
Plump Ladies Red, like Saracen’s-head,
with toaping Rattafe.
This with a Jirk, will do your work,
and scour you o’re and o’re,
Read, Judge and Try, and if you die,
never believe me more,
never, never, never, never, never believe me more.
A Song in the Mock Marriage. Sung by Mrs. Knight. Set by Mr. Henry Purcell.
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