EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

When our Mayor, Lord bless him, whose former delight Was to make a day's work of being boozy at night, Is forc'd now e'er noon his full quantum to sip, Lest any thing fall —'twixt the cup and the lip. Beware of a tip, Lest any thing fall, &c.

In a vis-a-vis Bridget surprises the town, Who lately in pattens could trudge up and down; But 'twas prudent in her to lay pattens afide; When she found by experience she's subject to slide. Oh, fie on her guide! She found by experience, &c.

Your Patriot; whose feelings are wond'rous nice, And refuses each place—that is under his price, Finds his delicate conscience most ready to slip, When the pensions escape 'twixt the cup and the lip. Oh, it gives them the slip, When the pensions escape, &c.

The Youth who has charm'd all the clubs with debate, And to shine in the Senate spends all his estate, Soon finds from his speeches no produce will come, And the first of all speakers turn Orator Mum! Yes, 'twas all a hum, For the first of all speakers, &c.

Here am I too, who studied the comforts of life, Having earn'd a snug farm, would possess a snug wife; But the loss of my fame all my prospects will nip, 'Twas a trisle that fell 'twixt the cup and the lip. Oh, beware of a trip! Such trifles oft fall, &c.