Doctor Drake Lyrics

On a hummock by the lake 

Stands the home of Doctor Drake, 

Poor old doctor, how he works! 

Week by week he never shirks.

Pulling teeth for quinea-fowl, 

Soothing puppies when they howl, 

Whittling out a hickory peg, 

For a gander's broken leg, 

Giving medicine away, 

About a hundred times a day.

Linseed oil and elder-bark 

To a croaking meadowlark.

Nasty, bitter yarrow-tea,

To a tipsy bumble-bee, 

A poultice made of plantain leaves 

To cure a rabbit with the heaves. 

Fever, colic, cramp, or stitch,

Kitten-croup or beaver's-itch, 

Any kind of pain or ache,

Is cured by dear, old Doctor Drake.