EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

A TREATY of Commerce is now set on foot, Monsieur has agreed to the law; A Treaty of Commerce is now set on foot, And we shall be treated, and cheated to boot: Mon chere ami, En tout ma vie, Je ne jamais fait com ca.

In Eden the exquisite blessing was placed, Which was form'd in a bottomless pit; In Eden the exquisite blessing was placed, Which, if like poor Adam, we're tempted to taste, 'Twill prove as of old, In hist'ry we're told, The tempter had most wit.

St. Dennis is teaching St. How to dance, Tho' St. George has made him skip before; St. Dennis is teaching St. How to dance, And St. George now gives lessons for Boxing in France; But who'll avail, That time must tell, So I need say no more.

If the story is true, honest Paddy roars out, Old England has struck a fine stroke; If the story is true, honest Paddy roars out, And Monsieur says he'll treat, he'll give Claret no doubt; And while we agree, We sha'n't quarrel d'ye see, So the bargain will hold till its broke.

Cries Sawney, d'ye ken mon, here's mickle bra' news For a' the blithe bairns o' th' North; Cries Sawney, d'ye ken mon, here's mickle bra' news, For breeches we'll barter our phillebags and trews; And ilka laddie May doff his pladdie, And a mon o' the mode strut forth.

Astride on a goat, Shon ap Morgan from Wales, Has canter'd to Town, neat and trim; Astride on a goat, Shon ap Morgan from Wales, Is peeping to see where the stupor prevails; But alas, poor Squire, He's like his fire, His eyes at best are dim.

The Founders of Cannon must live by their trade, And we are improvident elves; The Founders of Cannon must live by their trade, And if we've no call for the goods they have made; They must be sold, And 'twill be told They were bought to beat ourselves.

Says Jack Tar, will John Bull never come to himself? I think the good fellow's in drink; Says Jack Tar, will John Bull never come to himself? Must I, his best Friend, be laid by on the shelf? While Dancing Dog's, In fringe and frogs, Enjoy my share of chink.

If Monsieur shou'd forget that old excellent joke, That Britons are Lords of the Main; If Monsieur shou'd forget that old excellent joke, The Treaty of Commerce will surely be broke, And come to blows, Tout l'autre Chose; John Bull's himself again.