sick  sick  sick
  terribly awfully sick


Is there no physician there?
Who then will heal my people?

   sick  sick  sick
terribly awfully sick
        plod.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, off to work.

Tell the guns to stop firing
the morning bells are ringing
they both have come out swinging
bats of gold at silver balls
light the tree and deck the halls
We are set to take the fall
it's all set to take a fall
the winter comes—no more fall..
               plod.
Down comes baby, cradle, all..

		Syphillis
		Ghonnorhea
		Consumption

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