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I	A
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Faith there's a hantle queer complaints	B
To cheenge puir sinners into saints	B
An' mony divers ways o' deein'	C
That doctors hae a chance o' seein'	C
The Babylonian scartit bricks	D
To tell his doots o' Death's dark tricks	D
The Roman kentna hoo 'twas farin'	C
Across the ferry rowed by Charon	C
An' readin' doonwards through the ages	E
The tale's the same in a' their pages	E
Eternal grum'lin' at the load	F
We hae to bear alang Life's road	F
Yet when we're fairly at the bit	G
Awfu' maist awfu sweer to flit	G
Praisin' the name o' ony drug	H
The doctor whispers in oor lug	H
As guaranteed to cure the evil	I
To haud us here an' cheat the Deevil	I
For gangrels croochin' in the strae	J
To leave this warld are oft as wae	K
As the prood laird o' mony an acre	J
O' temporal things a keen partaker	J
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II	A
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Noo a' this leads up to my tale	I
O' what befell puir Tam MacPhail	I
A dacent miner chiel in Fife	L
Wha led a maist exemplar' life	L
An' ne'er abused himsel' wi' liquor	J
But took it canny like an' siccar	J
Aye when he cast his wet pit breeks	E
Tam had a gless that warm'd his cheeks	E
For as it trickled owre his craigie	M
He held it wardit aff lumbaigy	M
It wasna that he liked the dram	N
'Twas pure needcessity wi' Tam	N
But twa years syne or was it three	M
Tam thocht that he was gaun to dee	M
An' Faith they've often gar'd me grew	J
By tellin' what I'll tell to you	J
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III	A
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The early tatties had come in	C
When Tammas's besettin' sin	C
A love o' a' this warld's gude things	E
An' a' the pleesures eatin' brings	E
Gar'd him hae sic a bad mischeef	L
It fleggit him ayont belief	L
Pay Saturday it was I mind	O
An' Jean intendin' to be kind	O
Had biled the firstlins o' her yaird	O
For naethin' else Tam wud hae sair'd	O
Sae when they cam' frae Jean's clean pat	O
Altho' they seemed a trifle wat	O
Tam in his hunger ate a meal	I
That wud hae staw'd the big black Deil	I
Syne at his cutty had a draw	J
Syne gantit wi' wide open jaw	J
An' aince his heid was on the cod	O
He sune was in the land o' Nod	O
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IV	L
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But when the knock had chappit four	J
Tam had to rise an' get attour	J
For in his bed he couldna' bide	O
He'd sic a steer in his inside	O
The granes o'm waukent faithfu' Jean	C
An' then began a bonny scene	C
A parritch poultice first she tries	E
Het plates on plates she multiplies	E
But ilka time his puddens rum'les	E
A' owre the place Tam rows an' tum'les	E
For men in sic like situations	E
Gude kens hae gey sma' stock o' patience	E
Yet fast the pain grows diabolic	H
A reg'lar riving ragin' colic	H
A loupin' gowpin' stoondin' pain	C
That gars the sweat hail doon like rain	C
Whiles Tam gangs dancin' owre the flair	J
Whiles cheeky on intil a chair	J
Whiles some sma' comfort he achieves	E
By brizzin' hard wi' baith his nieves	E
In a' his toilsome tack o' life	L
Ne'er had he kent sic inward strife	L
For while he couldna' sit forbye	J
Like Washington he couldna' lie	I
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V	L
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Noo at lang last his guts was rackit	O
Till Tam was bullerin' fair distrackit	O
An' sune wi' roar succeedin' roar	J
He fosh in a' the fowk neist door	J
An' ane o' them auld Girsie Broon	C
She ran an' brocht the doctor doon	C
Wha hurried in a' oot o' breath	P
For Girsie said 'twas life or death	P
The doctor oxter'd Tam till's bed	O
Fingert his wame an shook his head	O
We who pursue the healing art	O
See youth commence and age depart	O
Pills we prescribe and pulses feel	I
Your systems know from scalp to heel	I
And here Potato indigestion	C
Of that there's not the slightest question	C
While what my great experience teaches	E
Is most relief is got from leeches	E
Awa' yells Tam fesh hauf a dizzen	C
O haste ye ere I loss my rizzon	C
Sae aff gangs wullin' Girsie Broon	C
To wauk the druggist wast the toon	C
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VI	I
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Noo Droggie had an awfu' stock	H
Tobacco wreetin' paper rock	H
A' kin' o' wersh tongue twistin' drinks	E
A' kin' o' Oriental stinks	E
The best cod liver ile emulsions	E
Wee poothers that could cure convulsions	E
Famed Peter Puffer's soothin' syrup	Q
An' stuff to gar canaries chirrup	Q
He'd toothache tinctur's cures for corns	E
Pomades to gar hair grow on horns	E
He'd stuff for healin' beelin' lugs	E
He'd stuff for suffocatin' bugs	E
He'd stuff for feshin' up your denners	E
Against your wull an' a' gude menners	E
A' kin' o' queer cahoochy goods	E
To suit the system's varyin' moods	E
Wi' navvies' operatin' peels	E
Sookers for bairns an' fishin' reels	E
In fac' but losh I'd better stop	Q
The mannie kep' a druggist's shop	Q
An' in his bauchles an' his breeches	E
Cam' grum'lin' doon to get the leeches	E
While nearly scunnert wi' their squirmin'	C
Aff hirples Girsie wi' the vermin	C
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VII	I
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An' noo my billies draw a veil	I
Till mornin's licht owre Tam Macphail	I
Till aince again the doctor cam'	N
To see what cheenge was wrocht in Tam	N
'Twas nine o'clock he stapt in bye	I
Relieved to hear nae waesome cry	I
Well well Macphail the doctor says	E
My treatment's worthy of all praise	E
I left you why 'twas like a riot	O
I see you now contented quiet	O
Far very far our knowledge reaches	E
How did you get on with the leeches	E
Tam ne'er replied but turn'd his back	H
Wi' tearful een 'twas Jean wha spak	H
Eh Doctor Sic an awfu' cure	J
I ne'er saw gi'en to rich or puir	J
For when we saw the ugsome beasts	E
It gart the herts rise in our breists	E
But Tam wha tak's your word for law	J
Juist swalla'd doon the first pair raw	J
Yet try's he micht an' sair he tried	O
He had to hae the last four fried	O
The doctor turn'd him on his heel	I
An' though puir Tam looked rale no weel	I
He couldna trust himsel' to speak	H
The tears were rinnin' doon his cheek	H
An' a' that day was sair forfaughen	C
Wi' tryin' to haud himsel' frae lauchin'	C
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VIII	I
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Whate'er wi' Tam ye chance to crack on	C
There's ae thing ye maun ne'er gang back on	C
Freely he'll talk on politics	E
The weather an' its dirty tricks	E
On wages an' the price o' coal	I
Or things conneckit wi' the soul	I
On hoo the meenister's a leear	J
An' medical advice owre dear	J
But if the crack warks roond to leeches	E
Puir Tam pits doon his pipe an' retches	E

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