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THE SURGEON'S WARNING.

The Doctor whispered to the Nurse  And the Surgeon knew what he said, And he grew pale at the Doctor's tale  And trembled in his sick bed.
Now fetch me my brethren and fetch them with speed  The Surgeon affrighted said, The Parson and the Undertaker,  Let them hasten or I shall be dead.
The Parson and the Undertaker  They hastily came complying, And the Surgeon's Prentices ran up stairs  When they heard that their master was dying.
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