Lydia Pinkham 1. Let us sing of Lydia Pinkham And her love for the human race; How she sells her veg'table compound, And the papers publish her face. 2. Mrs. Brown had female weakness; Couldn't have a child at all, Till she took some veg'table compound; Now she has triplets every fall 3. Oh, it sells for a dollar a bottle, Which is very cheap you see, And if it doesn't cure you She will sell you six for three. 4. Now she's dead and gone to Heaven, Mourned by all the human race; Still they sell her veg'table compound, And the papers publish her face. In “The American Songbag”, Carl Sandburg writes of this song, “Only two of the many verses of this song are presented here. As a satire the piece has its points and touches more than the surface of current life, manners and morals.” I included a couple of other verses found commonly online, but there are many others out there, not all of which can be share in polite company! Speaking of company, you can still buy Lydia Pinkham Herbal Tablet Supplement on Amazon, and it even refers to it as the same product she initially sold in 1875. No word, however, of some of the more colorful cures mentioned in the other verses of the song!