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First Line: Buy, - who'll buy?' in the market place
Last Line: Or the thing that has vanished, past returning.
Alternate Author Name(s): Dobson, Austin


'BUY, -- who'll buy?' In the market-place,
Out of the market din and clatter,
The quack with his puckered persuasive face
Patters away in the ancient patter.

'Buy, -- who'll buy? In this flask I hold --
In this little flask that I tap with my stick, sir --
Is the famed, infallible Water of Gold, --
The One, Original, True Elixir!

'Buy, -- who'll buy? There's a maiden there, --
She with the ell-long flaxen tresses, --
Here is a draught that will make you fair,
Fit for an Emperor's own caresses!

'Buy, -- who'll buy? Are you old and gray?
Drink but of this, and in less than a minute,
Lo! you will dance like the flowers in May,
Chirp and chirk like a new-fledged linnet!

'Buy, -- who'll buy? Is a baby ill?
Drop but a drop of this in his throttle,
Straight he will gossip and gorge his fill,
Brisk as a burgher over a bottle!

'Here is wealth for your life, -- if you will but ask;
Here is health for your limb, without lint or lotion;
Here is all that you lack, in this tiny flask;
And the price is a couple of silver groschen!

'Buy, -- who'll buy?' So the tale runs on:
And still in the Great World's market-places
The Quack, with his quack catholicon,
Finds ever his crowd of upturned faces;

For he plays on our hearts with his pipe and drum,
On our vague regret, on our weary yearning;
For he sells the thing that never can come,
Or the thing that has vanished, past returning.





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