Here's another snippet from my Dad's singing. Sounds like part of a music hall song.

[The Hypochondriac, performed by T.E. Dunville]

He wore a belt whenever he felt,
a pain in his gooseberry bush,
a medical vest to save his chest
from cannoning off the cush.
He drank quinine and chloride of lime
to cure the fippity flops,
'till it became, on his whatsername
a travelling doctor's shop.