EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Your Mountain, Sack, your Frontiniac, Tokay, and twenty more, Sir! Your Sherry, and Perry, which make men merry, Are Deities I adore, Sir! And well may Port Your praise extort, When from his palace forth he comes! And glucks and gurgles! fumes and foams! Old Rum, Arrack, and Coniac, Are known for men of might, Sir! Nor shall Sir Flasket Florence lack A place among my Knights, Sir! Don Calcavalla Is a noble fellow! When from, &c.

Madeira! Monarch! him I sing! And Old Hock! lo! another! Champagne is my Most Christian King! And Burgundy's his Brother! Bold Bordeaux! too, Shall have his due! When from, &c.

If, singly, thus, each Champion may So many laurels gather, Gods! what a glorious Congress, they, When all are met together! When, high in state Each Potentate Forth from, &c.