EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Oh, a gay flashy Lord is a woundy fine sight, Who is ne'er to be seen but with owls in the night, Then so slight here behind! He's blown thro' by the wind; So cropp'd! And belopp'd! Such timber, so limber, from top to the toe, That he wriggles and nods as he Walks to and fro! I ne'er see'd but one in the course of my life, And him I had lick'd but for Bridget my wife; I laugh'd at his pride, And the spit by his side: Good lack! His long back, Like a building so weak is, it hardly can stand, But would snap short in two like a twig in this hand!