EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

My father he was a good fellow, but yet something older than me, My mother a little good woman, and a good little woman was she; My Dad, because he was a gentleman, tho' without any great store of pelf, Bequeath'd me a very long pedigree, and, left me as poor as himself.

This daddy he made me a Barber, and well I cou'd powder and shave, I then turn'd gentleman's gentleman, so prettily I cou'd behave.

I next went to wait on a lady fine, when she dress'd for cards, concert, or jig; My curling-iron always being ready, it's often I frizzled her wig.

I kiss'd her one morning, she squall'd out, I then was as mum as a mouse; Says she he's a very neat barber, but pray kick him out of my house.

A Doctor I turn'd in our village, of many good patients cou'd boast, Their pulses I felt, and their noses, and cur'd 'em with powder of post.

My prentice made up all my bottles, but whether to cure or to kill, That business I left to the grave-digger, 'twas mine for to bring in my bill.

For my country I shoulder my musket, my razor and pestle I drop, If an enemy ever invade us, I'll bravely go hide in my shop.