EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

I HAD a wife of my own, Still with her tongue she chatter'd on; Never could let me alone, Clamper'd, scolded, and clatter'd on: Blockhead, ass, cuckold, and drone, With these soft words she flatter'd on; Not in my body a bone, But with her knuckles she batter'd on!

Kept me quite under her thumb, Tost my hat and wig about, If I said ought but mum; Twirl'd me like a gigg about; Making my body a drum, Trivally beating and jigg about, I was oblig'd to go glum, Like an old grunting pig about.