EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Tho' the pye of green truffles Had split my pantoufles, I ne'er stopt, tho' I well knew the worst: Yet the pain in my toe Was a terrible foe To the pleasure I took in the crust. For a fit of the gout, I'd scorn to give out, Having oft heard the doctors declare, That when once in the feet, It is better to eat, As a sure means of keeping it there:

With damn'd water-gruel, Your doctors so cruel, Advise me to keep myself low; Yet I cannot refrain, Tho' I'm twing'd with the pain, So e'en as it comes it must go.

To throb it began ill, But patience and flannel, Got through the fatigues of the day; And while I was able To sit at the table, I eat, drank, and swore it away. Tho' the pye, &c.