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"Oil on the Brain," (sheet music), 1864.

The Yankees boast that they make clocks which "just beat all creation."
They never made one could keep time with our great speculation.
Our stocks, like clocks, go with a spring, wind up, run down again;
all our strikes are sure to cause
"Oil on the Brain."

Stock's par, stocks up,
Then on the wane,
Everybody's troubled with
"Oil on the Brain"

There's various kinds of oil afloat, Cod liver, Castor, Sweet;
Which tend to make a sick man well and set him on his feet.
But our's a curious feat performs - we just a well obtain
And set the people crazy with
"Oil on the Brain"

There's neighbor Smith, a poor young man,
Who couldn't raise a dime,
Had clothes which boasted many rents,
And took his "nip" on time,
But now he's clad in Dandy style,
Sports diamonds, kids, and cane;
And his success was owing to
"Oil on the Brain"

Miss Simple drives her coach and four,
And dresses in high style;
And Mister Shoddy courts her strong
Because her "Dad's struck ile,"
Her jewels, velvets, laces, silks,
Of which she is so vain,
Were bought by "Dad" the time he had
"Oil on the Brain."

You meet a friend upon the street,
He greets you with a smile,
And tells you in a hurried way,
He's "just gone into ile."
He bottonholes you half an hour;
Of course you can't complain,
For you can see the fellow has
"Oil on the Brain."

The lawyers, doctors, hatters, clerks, industrious and lazy,
Have put their money all in stocks, in fact, have gone "oil crazy,"
They'd better stick to briefs and pills, hot irons, ink, and pen,
Or they will "kick the bucket" from "Oil on the Brain...."

Credit: "To the Afflicted: Oil on the Brain," Philadelphia: J. Marsh, 1864. Reprinted in Oil Fever Songbook compiled by Margaret Anne Mong, (Margaret Anne Mong, 1995).
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