Collegium Medicum Novocastrense : the history of the Medical School, afterwards the Durham College of Medicine at Newcastle-upon-Tyne, for forty years, from 1832 to 1872 / by Dennis Embleton.

  • Embleton, Dennis, 1810-1900.
Date:
1890
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Credit: Collegium Medicum Novocastrense : the history of the Medical School, afterwards the Durham College of Medicine at Newcastle-upon-Tyne, for forty years, from 1832 to 1872 / by Dennis Embleton. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    An' had ye stawn oot, brave Knicht o' the Gross, To stir up that lion within liis lair, 0 your winsome ladle's witchin' smile Wad hae gladden'd your ee—no, nivir mair ! Fytte n. The Janitor of the School, weeping, aciiuiiintetli the Knight Knil)letoun with tlic exploits of the Templar. The Knight emiteth the Janitor. The Knight of the Cross and his Men seek out the Town Clerk for counsel. The Clerk adviseth them. Now Craster's awa' to bauld Embletoun, An' he loutit low—an' he grat his ee: 0, the Glover has harreit our nest an' awa', An' he has na forgat—to tak' afl tlie key ! Syne red grew the cheek o' bauld Embletoun, An' an angry man I vow was he ; An' ho clankit the Janitor ower the lug— Tak' that, fause knave, to gie him the key 1 But they're aff an' awa' to our slee Toun Clerk, An' he ken't the law richt famouslie ! O, a Claytoun's word, noo, my bonny bird— Sail we clap the thiefis in Chauncerie 1 Noo our Clerk o' the Toun was a gamesome loon, An' he jirickit his lug an' he cockit his ee:— Gae awa'! gae awa' ! dinna brak the law, '• But dae to the knaves what they did to ye ! For better advice they repair to an ancient lawyer. But they're afiE to John Fenwyk for his opine. An' the buirdliest chiel was John o' a' ; An' they fand him birlin' the bluidred wine Wi' some chosen guests in his auncient Ha'. They state their case. Then out an' spak the Redcross Knicht:— Soo tell us John Fenwyk what we're to dae Wi' the Glover chiels, black band o' deils, For they've rifled an' ravished our auld Musee The ancient lawyer perceiveth that they falter. He reproacheth them. He inclineth them to chivalry and invoketh his lineage He useth invective. John lap a loup, an' he leuch a leuch. But it was ane leuch o' ironic ; An' he strak the table wi' his nieve Till the bluidred wine span up on hie ! Noo, my bonny Charl, did the ('laytoun carle, Whan he prickit his lug and he cockit his ee- Did he say, ' Gae awa '! dinna brak the law, ' An' dae to the knaves as they did to ye ?' An' 0 but ye're fear'd to be mislear'd, An' 0 but your livers are white as snaw ! An' ye tak' the Fenwyke for some craven tyke, To cozen an' glozen wi' lip an' law 1 An' is my bluid frae King Edward gude, An' frae the stalworthe Lord Percie ? An' is that bluid, ye caitifis rude, Noo turn'd in my veins to the puddle bree ?