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YOUNG Ladies that live in the City,
Sweet beautiful proper and Tall;
And Country Maids who dabling wades,
Here’s happy good News for you all:
A Lottery now out of hand,
Erected will be in the Strand;
Young Husbands with Treasure, and Wealth out of measure
Will fairly be at your Command:
Of her that shall light of a Fortunate Lot,
There’s Six of three Thousand a Year to be got.
I tell you the Price of each Ticket,
It is but a Guinea, I’ll vow;
Then hasten away, and make no delay,
And fill up the Lottery now:
If Gillian that lodges in Straw,
Shall have the good Fortune to draw
A Knight or a ’Squire, he’ll never deny her,
’Tis fair and according to Law;
Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,
There’s Ten of two Thousand a Year to be got.
The number is Seventy Thousand,
When all the whole Lot is compleat;
Five Hundred of which, are Prizes most rich,
Believe me for this is no Cheat:
There’s Drapers and Taylors likewise,
Brave Men that you cannot despise;
Come Bridget and Jenny, and throw in your Guinea,
A Husband’s a delicate Prize:
Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,
There’s Ten of one Thousand a Year to be got.
Suppose you should win for your Guinea,
A Man of three Thousand a Year;
Would this not be brave; what more would you have?
You soon might in Glory appear:
In glittering Coach you may ride,
With Lackeys to run by your side;
For why should you spare it? Faith win Gold and wear it;
Now who would not be such a Bride?
Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,
There’s Sixty, Five Hundreds a Year to be got.
Old Widows, and Maids above Forty,
Shall not be admitted to draw:
There’s five Hundred and Ten, as proper young Men,
Indeed, as your Eyes ever saw:
Who scorns for one Guinea of Gold,
To lodge with a Woman that’s Old;
Young Maids are admitted, in hopes to be fitted,
With Husbands couragious and bold:
Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,
There are wealthy kind Husbands now, now to be got.
Kind Men that are full of good Nature,
The flaxen, the black, and the brown;
Both lusty and stout, and fit to hold out,
The prime and the top of the Town:
So clever in every part,
They’ll please a young Girl to the Heart;
Nay, kiss you, and squeese you, and tenderly please you,
For Love has a conquering Dart:
Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,
There are Wealthy kind Husbands now, now to be got.
Then never be fearful to venture,
But Girls bring you Guineas away;
Come merrily in, for we shall begin,
To draw upon Valentine’s Day:
The Prizes are many and great,
Each Man with a worthy Estate;
Then come away Mary, Sib, Susan, and Sarah,
Joan, Nancy, and pretty fac’d Kate:
For now is the time if you’ll purchase a Lot,
While Wealthy kind Husbands they are to be got.
Amongst you I know there is many,
Will miss of a Capital Prize:
Yet nevertheless, no Sorrows express,
But dry up your watry Eyes:
Young Lasses it is but in vain,
In sorrowful Sighs to complain;
Then ne’er be faint hearted, tho’ Luck be departed,
For all cannot reckon to gain:
Yet venture young Lasses, your Guineas bring in,
The Lucky will have the good Fortune to win.
A SONG on the JUBILEE.
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