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Rh Mah appetite begun to fail; Ah fo'ced some clabber, about a pail, Fo' mah ol' gran 'ma always said When yo' can't eat you're almost dead.

So Ah got scared an' sent for you.— Now, doctor, see what you c'n do. Ah'm sick, doctor-man. Gawd knows Ah'm sick! Gi' me some'n' to he'p me quick,
 * Don't,— Ah'll die!