Ye Chemist
Ye Chemist
Ye Chemist fills his little shopWith drugs of fearsome smell,He weigheth out ye ipecacAnd eke ye calomel.Ye herbs he gathered in ye fallHang on his beams to dry,And they are nauseous to ye tasteAnd dusty to ye eye.Ye old-time druggist, musty soul,Was honored in his age,Man had not reached ye College IceAnd Picture Postal stage.
Ye Chemist fills his little shopWith drugs of fearsome smell,He weigheth out ye ipecacAnd eke ye calomel.Ye herbs he gathered in ye fallHang on his beams to dry,And they are nauseous to ye tasteAnd dusty to ye eye.Ye old-time druggist, musty soul,Was honored in his age,Man had not reached ye College IceAnd Picture Postal stage.
Ye Chemist fills his little shop
With drugs of fearsome smell,
He weigheth out ye ipecac
And eke ye calomel.
Ye herbs he gathered in ye fall
Hang on his beams to dry,
And they are nauseous to ye taste
And dusty to ye eye.
Ye old-time druggist, musty soul,
Was honored in his age,
Man had not reached ye College Ice
And Picture Postal stage.
mortar and pestle