EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Neatest of pretty feet, for dancing intended, Accept of a partner who always was commended, Slighting the finest dress, attentive to merit, He likes only those that can jig about with spirit. Take me, Madam, I so glad am, That I'll cut a caper! Stand first couple, Make no scruple, Strike up there, gut-scraper. Turn about, turn about, that's right, depend on't, Hands a-cross, back again, and now there's an end on't. If it still should be thought that we should encore it, Permit me to offer you lemonade before it; Negus will make you hot, and wine is unsteady, Your fan now will cool us both, speak when you're ready. Take me, Madam, &c.