Here learn'd the Dame the Physick of the Field,
And what the Woods and what the Mountains yield
Of sov'reign Balm, to heal a rankling Wound,
Or ripen Swellings where no Sores are found;
To strengthen Sinews, and Catarrhs expel,
And none for Colicks cou'd her Art excel.
With magick Herbs she drew out fest'ring Thorns;
Her Charms cou'd banish Tooth-ach, Cramps, and Corns.
To her repair'd from all the neighb'ring Plains,
The sickly Matrons and the wounded Swains:
Nor to one Species was her Art confin'd;
Her Skill was known amongst the fleecy Kind,
Her Cordials strengthen'd the declining Ewe,
And limping Calves her healing Plaisters knew.