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SONGS OF THE ROAD
And on the same the doctor came, 'You're very near D.T.,
If you don't stop yourself, young chap, you'll pay the price,' said 'e.
'It takes the form of visions, as I fear you'll quickly know;
Perhaps a string o' monkeys, all a-sittin' in a row,
Perhaps it's frogs or beetles, perhaps it's rats or mice,
There are many sorts of visions and there's none of 'em is nice.'
But Brown 'e started laughin'. 'No doctor's muck,' says 'e,
'A take-'em-break-'em gallop is the only cure for me!
