To "Doc" Wylie
(An Eccentric Bush Doctor)

Henry Lawson, 1890

      Though doctors may your name discard
      And say you physicked vilely,
      I would I were as good a bard
      As you a doctor, Wylie!

      How often, when your skill subdued
      The fever ranging highly,
      You won a bushman's gratitude,
      Though little more, Doc Wylie!

      How oft across the regions wide
      Where scrub for many a mile lay
      The bushman rode, as bushmen ride,
      To seek your aid, Doc Wylie!

      But now, when bushman's wife or child
      Lies ill and suffering direly,
      He'll need to ride a weary while
      Before he finds Doc Wylie.

      I hope where they have made your bed,
      And where these verses I lay,
      They'll raise a board above your head —
      And write your name — Doc Wylie!