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Our Fathers of Old - Peter Bellamy
Excellent herbs had our fathers of old
Excellent herbs to ease their pain
Alexanders and Marigold
Eyebright Orris and Elecampane
Basil Rocket Valerian Rue
Almost singing themselves they run
Vervain Dittany Call me to you
Cowslip Melilot Rose of the Sun
Anything green that grew out of the mould
Was an excellent herb to our fathers of old
Wonderful tales had our fathers of old
Wonderful tales of the herbs and the stars
The Sun was Lord of the Marigold
Basil and Rocket belonged to Mars
Pat as a sum in division it goes
Every pearl had a plant bespoke
Who but Venus should govern the Rose
Who but Jupiter own the Oak
Simply and gravely the facts are told
In the wonderful books of our fathers of old
Wonderful little when all is said
Wonderful little our fathers knew
Half of their remedies cured you dead
Most of their teaching was quite untrue
Look at the stars when a patient is ill
Dirt has nothing to do with disease
Bleed and blister as much as you will
Blister and bleed him as oft as you please
Whence enormous and manifold
Errors were made by our fathers of old
Yet when the sickness was sore in the land
And neither planet nor herb assuaged
They took their lives in their lancet-hand
Oh what a wonderful war they waged
Yes when the crosses were chalked on the door
Yes when the terrible dead-cart rolled
Excellent courage our fathers bore
Excellent heart had our fathers of old
Not too learned but nobly bold
Into the fight went our fathers of old
Now if it be certain as Galen says
And sage Hippocrates holds as much
That those afflicted by doubts and dismays
Are mightily helped by a dead man's touch
Then be good to us stars above
Then be good to us herbs below
We are afflicted by what we can prove
We are distracted by what we know
So ah so
Down from your Heaven or up from your mould
Send us the hearts of our fathers of old
