So, lest the tradition die completely, here it is, compliments of that prolific balladeer and joke-writer, Anonymous. From the reference to "fifty guineas", you will gather that it dates to before decimalisation in 1966. In the 1950s, this would have been equivalent to three weeks' wages for a labourer.
The Queensland Medical Students' Song
to the tune of Clementine
In a back street, you can see feet,
Skin and bones and in-tes-tines,
Being tangled, cut and mangled,
Women students are all prudence,
When they're sewing up the corpse,
But the male sex leave it convex,
Or concave, or full of warps.
We're the fellers, so they tell us,
Who can cure all disease -
Meningitis or Bronchitis,
Even blottos with D.T.s.
What the charge, sir? Oh, not large, sir.
Fifty guineas will be fine,
For to sell them what you tell them
Is the Art of Medicine.
When we're through then, what we'll do when
Any patients pale or pine:
Toss the penny, give them any
Sort of patent Medicine.
We'll prescribe it; they'll imbibe it,
Take it when they go to bed'
Drink their fill and make their will, and
In the morning they'll be dead.