EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

I'll sing you a song; faith, I'm singing it now here; I don't mean t'front either small or big bow-wow here. The subject I've chosen, it is the canine race, To prove like us, two-legg'd dogs, they're a very fine race. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, la.

Like you and I, other dogs may be counted sad dogs; As we won't drink water, some might think us mad dogs; A courtier is a spaniel, a citizen's a dull dog, A soldier is a mastiff, a sailor's a bull-dow. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, la:

When silly dogs for property, uncle, son, and brother, Grin and snarl mighty gruff, and worry one another; Should they a bit of equity from Justice beg a loan of, That cunning dog, the lawyer Snap, carries quick the bone off. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, la.

An old maid comes from church, to the poor no lady kinder; A lusty dog her footman, with prayer-book behind her; A poor boy asks a farthing, and gets plenty of good kicking, But little Shock, her lap-dog, must have a roasted chicken. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, la.

A Poet's a lank grey-hound, for the public he runs game down, A Critic is a cur that strives to runs his fame down; And though he cannot follow where the noble sport invites him, He slily steals behind, and by the heels he bites him. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, la.

You've a choice pack of friends, while to feed 'em you are able, Your dog for his morsel crouches under your table, Your friends turn tail in misfortune or disaster, But your poor faithful dog will ne'er forsake his master. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, la.

As your friends turn tail the moment that you need 'em, My dog ran away when no longer I cou'd feed him, This cur, so ungrateful, forsook me on my journey, And for a mouldy crust went back to the attorney. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, la.