EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Look'e, dear Ma'am, I'm quite the thing, Nattibus hey ! tippity ho! In my shoe I wear a string, Tied in a black bow, so. Cards and dice! I've monst'rous luck; I'm no drake, yet keep a duck, Tho'not married, yet I'm a buck, Lantherum swash, kee-vi,

I've a purse well stock'd with—brass, Chinkity hey! tinkity ho! I've good eyes, but cock my glass, Stare about, squintum ho! In two boots I boldly—walk, Pistol, sword, I never balk, Meet my a man, and bravely—talk, Pippity pop, coupee.

Sometimes mount a smart cockade, Puppydum hey, struttledum, ho! From High-Park to the Parade, Cock my cary kee, As I pass a sentry-box, Soldiers rest their bright firelocks, Each about his musquet knocks, Rattledum slap, to me!

In the Mall, Ma'am gives her card, Cashedy me, kissady she! Sit before the stable-yard, Leg-orum lounge a-row; Pretty things I softly say When I'm ask'd our chairs to pay, Yes, says I, and walk—away Pennybus tartum, ho!

At Boulogne I liv'd a week, Frickasee hey! trickasee ho! There fine French I learnt to squeak, Grinnybuss skiptum, ho! Slap French clack about, hauteur, Nevetle chef daeuvre, bon douceur, En bon point, quel tout mon caeur Fiddledee foll, hee hee!

Rotten row, my Sunday-ride, Trottledum hey, tumble off, ho! Poney, eighteen-pence a side, Windgall, glanderum, ho! Cricket I fam'd Lumpey nick, Daddles, smouch Mendoza lick: Up to, ah! I'm just the kick, Allemande cap'rum toe!