And come, long Doctor Renney, O, And come, long Doctor Renney, O; If sick I'd fee As soon as thee, Old Arabella Denny, O. Come, Tandragee Ferguson, O, Come, Tandragee Ferguson, O; Fool, don't recoil, But as your foil Bring Ireland or Puke Hewson, O. Come, ugly Dr Alman, O, Come, ugly Dr Alman, O; But bring a mask, Or do not ask, When come, that we you call man, O. . . . . . Come, Boyton, king of dunces, O, Come, Boyton, king of dunces, O; Who call you knave No lies receive, Nay, that your name each one says, O. Come, Colles, do come, Aby, O, Come, Colles, do come, Aby, O; Tho' all you tell, You'll make them well, You always 'hould say may be, O. Come, beastly Dr Toomy, O, Come, beastly Dr Toomy, O; If impudence Was common sense As you no sage ere knew me, O. Come, smirking, smiling Beattie, O, Come, smirking, smiling Beattie, O; In thee I spy An apple eye Of cabbage and potaty, O. Come, louse-bit Nasom Adams, O, Come, louse-bit Nasom Adams, O; In jail or dock Your face would shock It thee as base and bad damus, O. Come next, Frank Smyth on cockney, O, Come next, Frank Smyth on cockney, O; Sweet London's pride, I see you ride, Despising all who flock nigh, O. And bring your partner Bruen, O, And bring your partner Bruen, O; And with him ride All by your side, Like two fond turtles cooing, O. Come next, Spilsberry Deegan, O, Come next, Spilsberry Deegan, O; With grace and air Come kill the fair, Your like we'll never, see 'gain, O. Come, Harry Grattan Douglass, O, Come, Harry Grattan Douglass, O; A doctor's name I think you claim, With right than my dog pug less, O. Come, Oronoko Harkan, O, Come, Oronoko Harkan, O; I think your face Is just the place God fix'd the blockhead's mark on, O. Come, Christ-denying Taylor, O, Come, Christ-denying Taylor, O; Hell made your phiz On man's a quiz, But made it for a jailor, O. Come, Packwood, come, Carmichael, O, Come, Packwood, come, Carmichael, O; Your cancer-paste, The fools who taste, Whom it kills not does nigh kill, O. Come next, Adonis Harty, O, Come next, Adonis Harty, O; Your face and frame Shew equal claim, Tam Veneri quam Marti, O. Here ends my song on Doctors, O, Here ends my song on Doctors, O; Who, when all damn'd In hell are cramm'd, Will beggar all the Proctors, O."