EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Adzooks, old Crusty! Why so rusty, Stupid, queer, and mumpy? Egad, if you don't mend your manners, Somebody will lump you. Lumpy, thumpy, thwack and thump, Pummel you and bump—O! Humpy, stumpy, make you mump, Kick about your rump—O!

Did little Dicky Ever trick ye? No—I'm always civil; Then why should you, for my politeness, Wish me at the devil? Crusty, rusty, flout, and pout, Did I ever trick ye? Fusty, musty, turn me out? Oh, poor, civil Dicky!

A receipt I'll give, But as I live, I'd rather give him blows, Sir; At St. Giles's he was bred, Altho' he wears good cloathes, Sir. Noodle, noodle, ugly muns! Here's a pretty rig, Sir! Daggers, pistols, swords, and guns, O! I'll hop the twig, Sir.