by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
Ould Doctor Mack
Language: English
Ye may tramp the world over From Delhi to Dover, And sail the salt say from Archangel to Arragon, Circumvint back Through the whole Zodiack, But to ould Docther Mack ye can't furnish a paragon. Have ye the dropsy, The gout, the autopsy? Fresh livers and limbs instantaneous he'll shape yez, No ways infarior In skill, but suparior, And lineal postarior to Ould Aysculapius. Chorus He and his wig wid the curls so carroty, Aigle eye, and complexion clarety: Here's to his health, Honor and wealth, The king of his kind and the crame of all charity! How the rich and the poor, To consult for a cure, Crowd on to his doore in their carts and their carriages, Showin' their tongues Or unlacin' their lungs, For divle one symptom the docther disparages. Troth, an' he'll tumble, For high or for humble, From his warm feather-bed wid no cross contrariety; Makin' as light Of nursin' all night The beggar in rags as the belle of society. (Chorus) And as if by a meracle, Ailments hysterical, Dad, wid one dose of bread-pills he can smother, And quench the love-sickness Wid wonderful quickness, By prescribin' the right boys and girls to aich other. And the sufferin' childer -- Your eyes 'twould bewilder To see the wee craythurs his coat-tails unravellin', And aich of them fast On some treasure at last, Well knowin' ould Mack's just a toy-shop out travellin'. (Chorus) Thin, his doctherin' done, In a rollickin' run Wid the rod or the gun, he's the foremost to figure. By Jupiter Ammon, What jack-snipe or salmon E'er rose to backgammon his tail-fly or trigger! And hark! the view-hollo! 'Tis Mack in full follow On black "Faugh-a-ballagh" the country-side sailin'. Och, but you'd think 'Twas old Nimrod in pink, Wid his spurs cryin' chink over park-wall and palin'. Chorus He and his wig wid the curls so carroty, Aigle eye, and complexion clarety: Here's to his health, Honor and wealth! Hip, hip, hooray! wid all hilarity, Hip, hip, hooray! That's the way, All at once, widout disparity! One more cheer For our docther dear, The king of his kind and the crame of all charity. Hip, hip, hooray!
Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "Ould Doctor Mack" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Ould Doctor Mack", published 1890 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-02-16
Line count: 68
Word count: 364