THE
Maiden LOTTERY:
Containing Seventy Thousand Tickets; each a Guinney; the
Prizes being Rich and Loving Husbands, from three Thousand to one
Hundred a Year, which Lottery will begin to draw on next Valentine's Day.
Then pretty Lasses venture now ,
Kind Fortune may her Smiles allow .
To the Tune of, The Evening Ramble .
Licensed according to Order .
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YOung Ladies that live in the City,
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sweet beautiful proper and tall,
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And Country Maids who dabling wades,
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here's happy good News for you all:
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A Lottery now out of hand,
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erected will be in the Strand ,
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Young Husbands with treasure, and wealth out of measure
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will fairly be at the cammand
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Of her that shall light of a fortunate Lott;
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There's six of three thousand a Year to begot .
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I tell you the Price of each Ticket,
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it is but a Guiney, I'll vow:
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Then hasten away, and make no delay,
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and fill up the Lottery now:
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If Gillian , that lodges in straw,
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shall have thee good fortune to draw
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A knight or a Squire, he'll never deny her,
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'tis fair, and according to Law;
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Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lott,
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There's ten of two thousand a Year to be got.
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The number is seventy Thousand,
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when all the whole Lott is compleat;
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Five Hundred of which, are Prizes most rich,
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believe me for this is no Cheat.
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There's Drapers and Taylors likewise,
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brave Men that you cannot despise:
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Come Briget and Jenny , and throw in your Guinney,
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a Husband's a delicate Prize:
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Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lott,
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There's ten of one Thousand a Year to be got.
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Suppose you should win for your Guiney,
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a Man of three thousand a Year,
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Would this not be brave? what more would you have?
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you soon might in Glory appear,
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In glittering Coach you may ride,
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with Lackeys to run by your side,
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For why should you spare it, faith, win Gold and ware it:
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now who would not be such a bride?
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Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lott,
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There's sixty five hundreds a year to be got.
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Old Widows, and Maids above forty,
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shall not be admitted to draw;
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There's five hundred and ten, as proper young Men,
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indeed, as your, eyes ever saw,
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Who scorns for one Guinney of Gold
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To lodge with a Woman that's old;
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Young Maids are admitted, in hopes to be fitted,
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with Husbands couragious and bold:
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Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,
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There are wealthy kind Husbands now, now, to be got.
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Kind Men that are full of good Nature,
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the flaxen, the black, and the brown,
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Both lusty and stout, and fit to hold out,
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the prime and the top of the Town,
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So clever in every part,
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they'll please a young Girl to the heart;
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Nay, kiss you, and squese you, and tenderly please you,
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for Love has a conquering dart,
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Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lott,
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There is wealthy kind Husbands now, now, to be got.
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Then never be fearful to venter
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but Girls bring your Guinneys away,
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Come merrily in, for we shall begin
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To draw upon Valennine's day:
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The Prizes are many and great,
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each Man with a worthy Estate;
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Then come awa[y] Mary, Sib, Susan, and Sarah,
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Joan, Nancy, and pretty fac'd Kate ,
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For now is the time, if you'll purchase a Lott,
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While wealthy kind Husbands they are to be got.
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Amongst you I know there is many,
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Will miss of a capital Prize,
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Yet never the ess, no sorrow express,
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but dry up your watry eyes,
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Young Lasses it is but in vain,
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in sorrowful sighs to complain
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Then ne'er be faint hearted, tho' luck be departed,
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for all cannot reckon to gain,
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Yet venture young Lasses, your Guinneys bring in,
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The Lucky will have the good fortune to win.
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