EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Egad we had a glorious feast, So good in kind, so nicely drest! Our liquor too was of the best — I'll tell ye.

One leg of mutton, two fat geese, With beans and bacon, ducks and pease, In short, we'd ev'ry thing could please The belly.

The clock struck twelve in merry chime, The Priest said grace in Saxon rhyme; Says I to him, here is no time For playing.

The room was full when I came in, But soon I napkin'd up my chin; With knife and fork I now begin To lay in.

Our Curate, who at such a rate Of dues and tythe-pigs us'd to prate, In silence sat behind his plate, A peeping.

Most Churchman-like, the Vicar too, A shepherd to his flock below, Like any wolf, good mutton now Was deep in.

We nodded health, for no one spoke; The cloth roll'd off, we crack'd a joke, And drink the King, and sing, and smoke Tobacco.

Our reckoning out, we call a whip; I steal my hat, and home I trip, My pretty Maud, your velvet lip To smacko,