EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

A Soldier I am for a lady, What beau was arm'd compleater? When face to face, Her chamber the place, I'm able and willing to meet her. Gad's curse, my dear lasses, I'm ready To give you all satisfaction; I am the man

For the crack of your fan, Tho' I die at your feet in the action. Your bobbins may beat up a row-dow-dow, Your lap-dog may out with his bow-wow-wow, The challenge in love, I take up the glove, Tho' I die at your feet in the action.