THOUGH doctors may your name discard
And say you physicked vilely,
I would I were as good a bard
As you a doctor, Wylie!
How often, when your skill subdued
The fever ranging highly,
You won a bushman-s gratitude,
Though little more, Doc Wylie!
How oft across the regions wide
Where scrub for many a mile lay
The bushman rode, as bushmen ride,
To seek your aid, Doc Wylie!
But now, when bushman-s wife or child
Lies ill and suffering direly,
He-ll need to ride a weary while
Before he finds Doc Wylie.
I hope where they have made your bed,
And where these verses I lay,
They-ll raise a board above your head-
And write your name-Doc Wylie!
To -docâ? Wylie
Henry Lawson
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Poem topics: child, hope, wife, head, raise, good, wide, write, fever, gratitude, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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