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Otago Witness, Issue 905, 3 April 1869, Page 16

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THE DOCTOR. There once was a Doctor, (No foe to the proctor), A physic concocter, Whose dose was so pat, However it acted, One speech it extracted, — " Yes, yes," Baid the Doctor, " I meant it for that !" And first, all "unaisy," Like woman that's crazy, In flie3 Mistress Casey, " Do come to poor Pat, The blood's running faster ! He's torn off the plaster—" "Yes, yes," said the Doctor, "I meant it for that!" Anon, with an antic, Quite strange and romantic, A woman comes frantic — " What could you be at ? My darling dear Aleok, You've sent him oxalic J" " Yes, yes," said the Doctor. "I meant it for that 1" Then in comes another, Dispatoh'd by his mother, A blubbering brother, Who gives a rat-tat — " Oh, poor little sister Has lick'd off a blister!" " Yea, yes," said the Doctor, "I meant it for that?" Now home comes the flunkey, His own powder-monkey, But dull as a donkey — With basket and that— " The draught for the Squire, sir, He chuck'd in the fire, sir" " Yes, yes." said the Doctor, "I meant it for that l" The nest is the pompous Head Beadle, old Bumpus — " Lord ! here is a rumpus J That pauper, Old Nat, In some drunken notion Has drunk up his lotion" — " Yes, yes," said the Doctor. " I meant it for that !" At last comes a servant, In grief very fervent : "Alas ! Doctor Derwent, Poor master is flat ! He's drawn, his last breath, sirThat dose was his death, sir." " Yes, yes," said the Doctor, " I meant it for that I" — Hood.