The Old Village Doctor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBADEFA ADGGA HHIGGIIDEFI IIJKKJLDEFI| In the village where he married | A |
| Doctor Eldebury tarried | A |
| And for fourty years our people knew him well | B |
| How he listered us and bled us | C |
| How with calomel he fed us | C |
| Only I am living now to tell | B |
| Though his drugs were deadly yet his heart was kind | A |
| And with voice tuned cheerily and high | D |
| It was quot Up now my little fellow livly's can be | E |
| Come take your medicine like a little man | F |
| And you'll feel better by and by quot | A |
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| Count the mossy marbles in the graveyard | A |
| Our old doctor and his patients there they lie | D |
| All regradless of the weather | G |
| They are waiting there together | G |
| For that long sought quot better by and by quot | A |
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| Some physicians talk in Latin | H |
| Some array their wives in satin | H |
| As for our old doctor such was not his way | I |
| Gleaning fees of half a dollar | G |
| Would you find a learn ed scholar | G |
| 'Mong the mountains riding night and day | I |
| Saddle bags behind him on his quot pale white horse quot | I |
| To his far off patient see him fly | D |
| Saying quot Up now my little fellow livly's can be | E |
| Come take your medicine like a little man | F |
| And you'll feel better by and by quot | I |
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| Oh the doses he invented | I |
| Us in youth he tormented | I |
| With his plasters and his powders and his pills | J |
| Water for our thirst denying | K |
| Fevered though we were and dying | K |
| While the cool springs wasted from the hills | J |
| Yet he thought no evil and he meant no harm | L |
| We had faith yes hope when he came nigh | D |
| With his quot Up now my little fellow livly's can be | E |
| Come take your medicine like a little man | F |
| And you'll feel better by and by quot | I |
Henry Clay Work
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