See the doctors with their pills―― Silver-coated pills! What a world of misery their calomel instils! How they twingle, twingle in the icy-colden night. You have taken two that mingle, And you wish you’d had a single; While your cheeks are ashy white. And every time, time, time You groan in pantomime A tan-tan-tantalising yearn for rum your bosom fills To lull the paean of pills, pills, pills, The mountain An Edgar Poemisery of pills! Take one of Morrison’s pills, Or Parr’s life pills―― Warranted, or the money returned, to cure all ills; To bring repose at night, And occasion you delight, When they’re fairly down your throat, From noon to noon. And eloquence promote For your turtle dove who listens while you doat Neath the moon. Oh, read the flaming bills And the extract from a letter that voluminously fills The hand-bills, And the tills Of the vendor of the pills, Whose physic never kills, Money ringing, Money flinging In the tills, tills, tills, From the pills, pills, pills, pills, And what chiming, and what rhyming on the pills! Beware of strychnine pills―― Brazen pills. What a work of horror their treachery fulfils! The false friend with a smile Stands beside you for a while; And you’re pleased to hear him speak While you shriek, shriek, And moan, moan. Your heart and brain consuming in the fire, fire; Your pulse and temples throbbing in the fire; Beating higher, higher, While you gaze and still admire The murd’rer beside you, Who knows what must betide you, As he watches for the swoon. Oh, the pills, pills, pills, What a pang of terror thrills, And despair, Every heart that beats with love; When the evidences prove That the murderer for days and nights was there; Tending gently as a nurse, Always whining, While designing How to make you worse and worse. See! The glass he quickly fills With some new fangle, Life to strangle, While your fine old port he slyly swills, And knows the hour is fast approaching by the number of the pills, Of the pills; By the number and the poison of the pills. And you roll, roll, roll, Roll―― With the _paean_ of the pills; And he a draught distils To qualify the pills, And he’s thinking of the wills That Doctor’s Commons fills (!) Keeping time, time, time, In the subtlety of crime, By the _paean_ of the pills, Of the pills: Keeping time, time, time, In the hardihood of crime, By the throbbing from the pills,