Sprig of shilelah/Doctor Monro
DOCTOR MONRO.
DEAR Doctor, be clever, and fling off your beaver,
Come bleed me, and blister me, don’t be so slow,
I'm sick, I'm exhausted, my schemes they are blasted,
And all driven heels o'er-head, Doctor Monro
Be patient, dear fellow, you foster your fever;
Pray what‘s the misfortune that bothers you so?
O Doctor; I‘m ruin'd! I'm ruin'd for ever!
My lass has forsaken me, Doctor Monro.
I meant to hare married, and tasted the pleasures,
The sweets, the enjoyments, in wedlock that flows,
But she's ta'en another, and broken my measures,
And fairly confounded ane, Doctor Monro.
I'll bleed and I'll blister you, over and over;
I'll master your malady ere that I go:
But raise up your head from below the bed cover,
And give some attention to Doctor Monro.
If Chirsty had wed you, she would have misled you,
And laugh'd at your love with some handsome young beau.
Her conduct will prove it; but how would you love it?
I soon would have lam'd her, dear Doctor Munro.
Each year brings a pretty young son, or a daughter:
Perhaps you're the father, but how shall you know?
You hugg them—her gallant is bursting with laughter—
That thought's like to murder me, Doctor Monro.
The boys cost you many a penny and shilling;
You breed'them with pleasure, with trouble, and woes
But one turns a rake, and another a villain.—
My heart could not bear it, dear Doctor Monro.
The lasses are comely, and dear to your bosom;
But virtue and beauty has many a foe!
O think what may happen, just nipt in their blossom!—
Ah! merciful Heaven! cease, Doctor Monro
Dear Doctor, I‘11 thank you to hand me my breeches;
I‘m better; I‘ll drink with you ere that you got,
I‘ll never more sicken for women or riches.
But love my relations and Doctor Monro.
I plainly perceive, were I wedded to Christy,
My peace and my pleasures I needs must forego.
He still lives a bachelor; drinks when he's thirsty,
And sings like a lark, and loves Doctor Monro,