EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Four and twenty fidlers all in a row, Four and twenty fidlers, &c. There was fiddle faddle fiddle, and double demi-semi quibble down below; This is my lady's birth-day, Therefore we will keep holiday, And come for to be merry.

Four and twenty drummers all in a row, Four and twenty drummers, &c. And there was I rub a dub, O rub a dub, And fiddle faddle fiddle, &c. &c.

Four and twenty trumpeters all in a row, Four and twenty trumpeters, &c. There was tantarararo, I rub a dub, O rub a dub, &c. Four and twenty coblers all in a row, Four and twenty coblers, &c. There was coblers and stop awls, stop awls and coblers, And tantarararo, I rub a dub, &c. Four and twenty fencing-masters all in a row, Four and twenty fencing-masters, &c. There was push carte and tierce, down with his heels and cut him across, Coblers and stop awls, stop awls and coblers, &c.

Four and twenty captains all in a row, Four and twenty captains, &c. There was d—n him, kick him down stairs, Push carte and tierce, &c.

Four and twenty parsons all in a row, Four and twenty parsons, &c. There was L—d have mercy upon us, D—n him, kick him down stairs, &c. Four and twenty taylors all in a row, Four and twenty taylors, &c. There was one caught a louse, another let him loose; D—n his eyes, says another, knock him down with the goose; Lord have mercy upon us, &c.

Four and twenty barbers all in a row, Four and twenty barbers, &c. There was long wigs, toupees, frizee, frize, powder and pomatum, two ruffles and never a shirt; d—n'd hard times, walk in your honours—and shave for a penny, One caught a louse, &c.

Four and twenty quakers all in a row, Four and twenty quakers, &c. There was Abram he begat Isaac, and Isaac begat Jacob, and Jacob open'd his generation-box, —with long wigs, toupees, &c.

Four and twenty Dutchmen all in a row, Four and twenty Dutchmen, &c.

This is my Lady's birth-day, Therefore we will keep holiday, &c.