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Based on “Barrett’s Privateers” by Stan Rogers
Oh the year was nineteen, ten and eight
And to think I take up sugar now
At eleven years old my fate was rung
By the death o’ me islets of Langerhans
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
Young Frederick Banting cried aloud
And to think I take up sugar now
Through shelling and fire he scorned his wounds
’Til the fallen in battle be dressed and bound
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
Diabetes then was a sickening plight
And to think I take up sugar now
We’d down the least that a man could scoff
’Til the famine or saccharide capped us off
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
The Simcoe doc was a knife by trade
And to think I take up sugar now
When the practice failed he set his jaw
To the treatment of glycosuria
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
The pancreas’ form had long been known
And to think I take up sugar now
Islets that curb sugar low or high
And digestive fluid from the acini
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
He worked as long I withered and waned
And to think I take up sugar now
Sweating with Best in animal trials
To wring an elixir from the tiny isles
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
Then at length on death’s cold mantle I lay
And to think I take up sugar now
The extract was drawn and the hype went in
In the first e’er treatment of insulin
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
My vigour returned and in truth I thrived
And to think I take up sugar now
Banting & co shared a Nobel prize
And the work saved north’ard of a million lives
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years
So here I lay in my twenty-eighth year
And to think I take up sugar now
The pneumonia’s fast in both me lungs
But I want no islets of Langerhans
Nobel them all!
I was lost to cruel disease
When a miracle cure saved mother her son
Dried her tears
Now I’m a croakin’ man but I’ll nevermore fear
The last of Banting’s imparted years