EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Look, maids! I cock my hat! John's but a poor creature; Sam's skinny, Bob's fat, All fools to little Peter! Ev'ry girl's chin is cocking, Twig my leg, and tight silk stocking; A'n't I the clean thing? Tight boy! little Peter!

Speak, maids! before it's late, You will find none neater; Fan, Nan, Patty, Kate, All come to little Peter! I'm a lad so neat and natty, S'bobs, girls, but I'll be at ye! Oh! I'm the clean thing! Tight boy! little Peter!

Mind, maids! I'll pick out one; Phiz plump, and finest feature: Gad, we'll have rare fun! Never fear little Peter! Cold, hot, and all weather, Jollily we'll jog together, Zounds! I'm the clean thing; Tight boy! little Peter!