The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — Complete. Oliver Wendell Holmes

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THE STETHOSCOPE SONG

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      A PROFESSIONAL BALLAD

      THERE was a young man in Boston town,

       He bought him a stethoscope nice and new,

       All mounted and finished and polished down,

       With an ivory cap and a stopper too.

      It happened a spider within did crawl,

       And spun him a web of ample size,

       Wherein there chanced one day to fall

       A couple of very imprudent flies.

      The first was a bottle-fly, big and blue,

       The second was smaller, and thin and long;

       So there was a concert between the two,

       Like an octave flute and a tavern gong.

      Now being from Paris but recently,

       This fine young man would show his skill;

       And so they gave him, his hand to try,

       A hospital patient extremely ill.

      Some said that his liver was short of bile,

       And some that his heart was over size,

       While some kept arguing, all the while,

       He was crammed with tubercles up to his eyes.

      This fine young man then up stepped he,

       And all the doctors made a pause;

       Said he, The man must die, you see,

       By the fifty-seventh of Louis's laws.

      But since the case is a desperate one,

       To explore his chest it may be well;

       For if he should die and it were not done,

       You know the autopsy would not tell.

      Then out his stethoscope he took,

       And on it placed his curious ear;

       Mon Dieu! said he, with a knowing look,

       Why, here is a sound that 's mighty queer.

      The bourdonnement is very clear—

       Amphoric buzzing, as I'm alive

       Five doctors took their turn to hear;

       Amphoric buzzing, said all the five.

      There's empyema beyond a doubt;

       We'll plunge a trocar in his side.

       The diagnosis was made out—

       They tapped the patient; so he died.

      Now such as hate new-fashioned toys

       Began to look extremely glum;

       They said that rattles were made for boys,

       And vowed that his buzzing was all a hum.

      There was an old lady had long been sick,

       And what was the matter none did know

       Her pulse was slow, though her tongue was quick;

       To her this knowing youth must go.

      So there the nice old lady sat,

       With phials and boxes all in a row;

       She asked the young doctor what he was at,

       To thump her and tumble her ruffles so.

      Now, when the stethoscope came out,

       The flies began to buzz and whiz

       Oh ho! the matter is clear, no doubt;

       An aneurism there plainly is.

      The bruit de rape and the bruit de scie

       And the bruit de diable are all combined;

       How happy Bouillaud would be,

       If he a case like this could find!

      Now, when the neighboring doctors found

       A case so rare had been descried,

       They every day her ribs did pound

       In squads of twenty; so she died.

      Then six young damsels, slight and frail,

       Received this kind young doctor's cares;

       They all were getting slim and pale,

       And short of breath on mounting stairs.

      They all made rhymes with "sighs" and "skies,"

       And loathed their puddings and buttered rolls,

       And dieted, much to their friends' surprise,

       On pickles and pencils and chalk and coals.

      So fast their little hearts did bound,

       The frightened insects buzzed the more;

       So over all their chests he found

       The rale sifflant and the rale sonore.

      He shook his head. There's grave disease—

       I greatly fear you all must die;

       A slight post-mortem, if you please,

       Surviving friends would gratify.

      The six young damsels wept aloud,

       Which so prevailed on six young men

       That each his honest love avowed,

       Whereat they all got well again.

      This poor young man was all aghast;

       The price of stethoscopes came down;

       And so he was reduced at last

       To practise in a country town.

      The doctors being very sore,

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