EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Pounds, shillings, pence, and farthings, Have at my finger's end, And how to sell, and how to buy, To borrow, or to lend; But this, tho' I ne'er went to school, My pate has run upon, Addition be my golden rule, Ha! Dot, and carry one.

At loss and gain a scholar good, Right early was I taught To gain of guineas all I cou'd, To lose—the devil a groat: For fractions and divisions, when They practise sword and gun, Subtract myself I will—and then Ha! Dot, and carry one.

But words no more I'll numerate, And thus the sum total lies: Of war no more I'll sing, or prate, Reduction I'll despise; And, if cockade and roguish eye Has not my Susan won, If she's resolv'd to multiply, Ha! Dot, and carry one.