EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Tho' late I was plump, round and jolly, I now am as thin as a rod; Oh! love is the cause of my folly, And soon I'll lie under a sod: Sing ditherum doodle, Nagety, nagety, tragedy, rum, And goosetherum foodle, Fidgety, fidgety, nigety, mum.

Dear Kathleen, then why did you flout me, A lad that's so cosey and warm; O ev'ry thing's handsome about me, My cabin and snug little farm: Sing ditherum, &c.

What tho' I have scrap'd up no money, No duns at my chamber attend; On Sunday I ride on my Poney, And still have a bit for a friend: Sing ditherum, &c.

The Cock courts his Hens all around me, The Sparrow, the Pigeon, and Dove; Oh how all this courting confounds me, When I look and I think of my love; Sing ditherum, &c.