My name is Tom Shilling, the King of the Quacks,
For I heal all your aches and your ills,
The pains in your legs and the cricks in your backs
All give way to my potions and pills.
I’ve a wonderful cure, will you buy it?
A remedy sure, will you try it?
Walk up, there’s nothing to pay,
For a sample, there’s nothing to pay
It will drive all your aches and your pains and your ailments away.

Jack Pudding fell sick of a grievous complaint,
And he wouldn’t be tempted to eat,
He left the “Red Lion” so weary and faint
That he couldn’t stand up on his feet.
Then he had a most excellent notion,
To sample my wonderful lotion,
And now he’s jolly and gay,
Oh, so jaunty, jolly and gay,
He can walk twenty miles to the “Crown” or the “Dragon” today.

Dame Dawkins was cursed with a terrible cough,
And her voice was so feeble and weak,
The neighbours all said “It will carry her off,”
For she hardly could hear herself speak.
Then I gave her one dose of my lotion,
My staggering, life giving lotion,
And now she’s merry and gay,
Oh, so mirthful, merry and gay,
Her good mad can hear her the length of the village away!

My name is Tom Shilling, the King of the Quacks,
For I heal all your aches and your ills,
The pains in your legs and the cricks in your backs
All give way to my potions and pills.
I’ve a wonderful cure, will you buy it?
A remedy sure, will you try it?
Walk up, there’s nothing to pay,
For a sample, there’s nothing to pay
It will drive all your aches and your pains and your ailments away.

So if pain you’d be killing,
Just come to Tom Shilling
The King of the Quacks!