To Doc Wylie (An Eccentric Bush Doctor)
Though doctors may your name discard And say you physicked vilely, I would I were as good a bard As you a doctor, Wylie! How often, when your skill subdued The fever ranging highly, You won a bushmans gratitude, Though little more, Doc Wylie! How oft across the regions wide Where scrub for many a mile lay The bushman rode, as bushmen ride, To seek your aid, Doc Wylie! But now, when bushmans wife or child Lies ill and suffering direly, Hell need to ride a weary while Before he finds Doc Wylie. I hope where they have made your bed, And where these verses I lay, Theyll raise a board above your head, And write your name, Doc Wylie!
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