The barber came—"Lord help him! what
A queerish customer I've got;
But we must do our best to save him,—
So hold him, gemmen, while I shave him!"
But here the doctors interpose,—
"A woman never—"
"There she goes!"
"A woman is no judge of physic,
No even when her baby is sick.
He must be bled,"—"No, no, a blister,"—