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T39940 YE Lovers of Physick, come lend me your Ear, / All disinterested, I pray you draw near, Derry down. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 764 A NEW SONG. A NEW SONG. A NEW SONG. ?-?

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I. YE Lovers of Physick, come lend me your Ear, All disinterested, I pray you draw near, My Tales of Doctor and of a Professor, The first a skilld Man, the last an Oppressor. Down; down--down, dery, down. II. Our worthy Professor (whom few can excel) Is a Spreader of Calumny, greedy as Hell, His principal Study is hoarding of Pelf, .And neer does an Action but tends to himself. Dery down. III. This Gown-man so noted, by silly, mean Lies, Attackd here a Stranger for curing of Eyes, A Subject on which he himself neer spake Sense, Tho he Lecturd ont yearly for gaining of Pence. Dery down. IV. He began on the Doctors Arrival to smell, (For joind with his Greed he is cunning and fell) That a Rival so bright, who no Secret did hide, Might quickly eclipse a few Grains of his Pride. Dery down. V. To ward off this Blow, from Morning to Night, Thus accosted his Mates, and said it was right To discourage a Man of such Learning and Parts, Because prejudicial to Masters of Arts. Dery down. VI. You know we can teach, when our Students have Clink, But those of toom Pockets cant learn (as we think) If they want but a Shilling of our common Fee, We send them a-packing, to our Class theyre not free. Dery down. VII. Ye cannot forget, evn a Friend of our own, A Brother by Trade, well skilld, of Renown, Was debarrd a Dissection, he intended to make, At my Instigation, lest my Trade it should break. Dery down.
VIII. Is it fair that a Stranger go off with our Wealth? Let the Blind and Blear-eyd be deprivd of their Health Far rather, than that it shoud ever be said, That Our College, so famous, wants Skill in the Trade. Dery down. IX. Our Noble Infirmary, built at great Cost, By the Bounty of those who love the Poor most. Shall never be filld for their Use, by this Man, For there I shall swagger, let em do what then can. Dery down. X. And thus our Professor, possessd with Envy, Spreads Stories about, of this and that Eye As hurt by the Doctor, who truly did cure; Beware then, my Friends, of what comes from his Lure. Dery down XI. But great Doctor Taylor thou neat-handed Man, Judge not of our Nation by this single one, For those of the College who do you oppose, Are but such the Professor can lead by the Nose XII. Let those do their best by Libels in Print, The Men of sound Sense will neer take the Hit To condemn you at Random, not knowing yo[u] Theyll leave that to the College, those Wits of [?] XIII. Much more I coud say, as the helpless do groan, Deprivd of their House thats truly their own, What Grudge must the Donors retain in their Breast To see it lockd up; and the Poor thus opprest. Dery do[wn] XIV. But the rest Ill refer till the Doctor is gone, Then with Grief and with Tears well be making our Moan; When none of the Faculty dare use the Needle, Tho they Strutted thro France, and there dancd to a Fiddle. Dery down.