EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Suppose I was a country boy, 'Od dang it sure I knew things; When girls are simple, cold, and coy, I taught 'em soon a few things. I got so fond of frolicking, My aunty us'd to seold me; To town I ran a rolicking, The country cou'd n't hold me. A bottle first, Kick up a dust, If fun I find my whim be; Then Langty Oodle was the game, And an't I, Sir, the pimby?

With chitterlin stuck out so stiff, And ruffles o'er my knuckles, Beau'd out my red silk handkerchief, My watch, and silver buckles; My hat, and eyes, and shoes so bright, Full black as any crow's look'd, My cheek so red, my teeth so white, And monst'rous nice my nose look'd, Says I, ho, ho, Since things are so, A pretty girl the whim be; Then Langty Oodle was the game, And, ma'am, an't I the pimby? My Duck she was a lady fair, Nor maiden, wife, nor widow; Says I, ye please we'll take the air; To Bagnigge Wells we rid ho! There sweet Sal and syllabub So firm I fix'd my heart on, I soon forgot when full o'bub, False Kathaleen and Carton. Sweet Sally sighs, And panting cries, Let kissing now the whim be; Then Langty Oodle was the game, And how do you like the pimby?