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/ O' a' the jobs that sweat the sark / Gie me a kintra doctor's wark, / Ye ca' awa' frae dawn till dark, / Whate'er the weather be, O!
Some tinkler wife is in the strae, / Your boots are owre the taps wi' clay / Through wadin' bog an' sklimmin' brae / The besom for to see, O!
Ye ken auld Jock o' Windybarns? / The bull had near ca'ed oot his harns, / His een were blinkin' fu' o' starns, / An' doon they ran for me, O!
There's ae guid wife, we're weel acquaint, / Nae trouble's kent but what she's taen't, / Yet aye she finds some new complaint, / O' which I hae the key, O!
She's had some unco queer mishaps, / Wi' nervish wind and clean collapse, / An' naethin' does her guid but draps- / Guid draps o' barley-bree, O!
I wouldna care a docken blade, / Gin her accoont she ever paid, / But while she gi'es me a' her trade, / There's ne'er a word o' fee, O!
Then De'il hae a' thae girnin' wives, / There's ne'er a bairn they hae that thrives, / It's aye the kink-hoast or the hives / That's gaun to gar them dee, O!
Tak' ony job ye like ava! / Tak' trade, the poopit or the law, / But gin ye're wise ye'll haud awa' / Frae medical degree, O!