Physicians of the highest rankTo pay their fees would need a bankCombine all wisdom art and skillScience and sense in, science and sense in, science and sense inCalomel, Calomel, Calomel, Calomel
When Mr. A or B is sickGo call the doctor and be quickThe doctor comes with much good willBut ne\u27er forgets his Calomel, Calomel, Calomel, Calomel
He takes the patient by the handAnd compliments him as his friendHe sits awhile his pulse to feelAnd then takes out his Calomel
He then turns to the patient\u27s wifeHave you clean paper spoon and knifeI think your husband would do wellTo take a dose of Calomel
He then deals out the precious grainThis ma\u27am I\u27m sure will ease his painOnce in three hours at toll of bellGive him a dose of Calomel
The man grows worse quite fast indeedGo call the doctor ride with speedThe doctor comes, like post with mailDoubling his dose of Calomel
The man in death begins to groanThe fatal job for him is doneHe dies alas, but sure to tellA sacrifice to Calomel
And when I must resign my breathPray let me die a natural deathAnd bid the world a long farewellWithout one dose of Calome
