But I settle their hash.

I tell them I save up bits of their hair and toe nails when they no thinking, and I mix it with medicine, and if they not come, they die every one before they get home.

They think me great doctor and they believe.

Perhaps they die if they go on.
If so, I tell them that because they want show white feather, and they think me greater doctor still.

Oh! they come, they come, no fear, or else Jeekie know reason why.