EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

I'm your's at any sort o' fun, My, buck I tell you so; A main to fight, a nag to run, But say the word, 'tis done and done! All's one to Tally-ho.

Upon a single card I'll set A thousand pounds or so; But name the thing, I'll bind the bett, And if I lose, I'll scorn to fret— All's one to Tally-ho.

Suppose you challenge in a glass, Sweet Doll, my pretty doe! And think youtr love could mine surpass, I'd swallow hogsheads for my lass— All's one to Tally-ho.