EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

London town is just like a barber's shop, But by the Lord Harry 'tis wond'rous big; There the painted doll, and the powder'd fop, And many a blockhead wears a wig, And I tickl'd each phiz With a twiggle and a friz, With a twiggle, twiggle, twiggle, And a frizzle. With a twiggle, twiggle, twiggle, And a frizzle, frizzle, frizzle, And I tickl'd each phiz, With a twiggle and a friz.

A Captain of horse I went for to shave, Ho! damme, says he, with a martial frown, My razor I pois'd like a barber brave, I took him by the nose, but he knock'd me down. Yet I tickl'd his phiz With a twiggle and a friz, With a twiggle, twiggle, twiggle, And a frizzle, With a twiggle, twiggle, twiggle, And a frizzle, frizzle, frizzle, And I tickl'd each phiz With a twiggle and a friz.

Then I went to a lawyer, O rare sport! Who had a false oath that day for to swear, By my skill some trouble I sav'd the Court, My hot iron borrow'd the lawyer's ear. And I tickl'd, &c.

I next went to dress a fine grand miss, Down the lady sits, and her neck she bares, But Cupid, or the Devil bid me snatch a kiss, Ere my iron cool'd I was kick'd down stairs. But I tickl'd, &c.

I next went to dress up an old maid's hair, Wrinkled and bald as a scalded pig; But as she led the dance down with a swimming air, This fine old maiden she dropp'd her wig. And I tickl'd, &c.