Gather round and listen well,
To hear my sad and sordid tale
When plague and pestilance ruled the land
And four thieves made a daring plan
They robbed the dead and dying men
By creeping in their houses, then
Relieving them of earthly wares
While weakened by their sickly cares
How did these thieves retain their health?
While robbing others of their health?
They made a potent oil and chose
To smear it underneath the nose
Eucalyptus, rosemary, lemon
Add some clove, and some cinnamon
Stir it up and mix it well
To safeguard yourself with a smell.
In times like these, of plague and fear
With troubles coming, far and near
An ancient recipe could serve
To help us all regain our swerve