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To heal your throat and give your cough relief
The doctor put you on a pleasant diet,
Sweet kernels, honey, cakes—the things, in brief,
We give to noisy boys to keep them quiet.
That cough goes on—the treatment seems no use for it—
'Tis greed, my friend, and coughing the excuse of it!
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