EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

I MEND pottles and cans, Hoop jugs, patch kettles, and pans, And over the country trudge it— I sing without measure, Nor fear loss of treasure, And carry my all in my budget. Here under the green leav'd bushes, O how we'll firk it, Caper and jerk it, Singing as blithe as thrushes.

I'm not plagu'd with a wife, Live free from contest and strife, Blow high, blow low—Ruttekin ne'er will mind it. I eat when I'm hungry, Drink when I'm dry, Join pleasure where-ever I find it. Here under the green-wood bushes, O how we'll firk it, Caper and jerk it, Singing as blithe as thrushes.