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100 A doctor and a doctor good, And with my hand I'll swage his blood. My pills shall work him through and through, To cure his body and stomach too. F. C. Where com'st thou from? Dr. B. From France, from Spain, And from the greatest parts of Christendom I came. F. G. And what can'st thou cure? Dr. B. The hitch, the stitch, the ston, the palsy, and the gout. The pains within and the pains without, The molygrubs, the polygrubs, and those little rantantorius diseases. Let the wrinkles break Or the palsy quacke.

Take one of my pills and try them. Bring any old woman unto me that has been dead seven years, in her coffin eight, and buried nine. If she's only got one hollow rum tum serum tum old jack tooth in the back of her head. If she can only manage to crack one of my little pills I'll be bound in the bond of a thousand pounds to maintain her back to life again.

This is the case that was never before, But now, King George, rise up and fight once more.

Dr. Brown stooping and giving him a pea from a box, then riseing him up, then another fight, Turkish Knight falls to the ground.

Doctor Brown. If there (is) any man can do more than me Let him step in if his name is Jack Finny.

My name is not Jack Finny, my name is Mr. Finny, I am a man of great fame.

Dr. B. And what canst thou do?

J. F. Cure a magpie with the toothache.

Dr. B. And how canst do that?

J. F. By cutting off his head and throwing his body in a ditch.