Three excellent and at present very fashionable songs/Doctor Monro
Tune— Humours o' Glen.
Dear Doctor, he cleaver, and fling of your beaver;
come bleed me, and blister me, do not be slow:
I'm sick, I'm exhausted, my schemes they are blasted
and all driven heel-o'er-head, Doctor Monro.
Be patient dear fellow, you foster your fever;
Pray what's the misfortune that betters you so?
O. Doctor! I'm ruin’d, I’m ruin’d for ever!
my lass forsaken me, Doctor Monro.
I meant to have married, and tasted the pleasures,
the sweets, the enjoyments, in wedlock that flow
But she's taen another, and broken my measures,
and fairly confounded me, 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 Christy 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 Monro.
Each year brings a pretty young son, or a daughter;
perhaps you're the father; but how shall ye know
You hug 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, & wee
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 my 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’ll thank you to hand me my breeches
I’m better; I'll drink with you ere that you go;
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 thristy;
and sings like a lark, and loves Doctor Monro.