The Fortunate Lasses of London:
OR,
A brief Account of the many Benifit-Tickets drawn by poor Ser-
vants and Sinder-wenches, out of the late Maiden-Lottery.
Some that before had scarce a Smock to wear,
Are now as fine as Ladies, I declare.
To the Tune of, The Evening Ramble.
Licensed according to Order.
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THe Lottery now is compleated,
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where Husbands you where to obtain,
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For Lasses we find, to luck was inclin'd,
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and brought in their Guinneys amain,
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From every part of the Town,
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the Beautiful, Black and the Brown,
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Came tripping together, as light as a feather,
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and Kate at the sign of the Crown,
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She had a good Benefit-Ticket we hear,
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Which brought her a Man of five Hundred a Year.
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Young Sue at the sign of the Dragon,
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she laid her best Mantow in Pawn,
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Her Muzling Head, with Ribons of red,
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with Ruffles of delicate Lawn,
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And two or three Tippets likewise;
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then she to the Lottery hies,
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And since she had ventur'd, as soon as she enter'd,
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Sue lit of a delicate Prize;
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Her Benefit-Ticket, as it will appear,
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Has brought her a Man of six Hundred a Year.
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There's Mary in Westminster City,
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who was but a poor Scullion-maid,
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A Guinney she got, to purchase a Lot,
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Of Robin a Taylor by trade,
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Who was but her Father-in-law;
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so soon as the Guinney she saw,
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She purchas'd a Ticket, and happen'd to nick it,
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for Mary did luckily Draw
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A Benefit-Ticket, as it will appear,
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Which brought her a Man of eight Hundred a Year.
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There's Gillian that lives at the May-pole,
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and Betty in Turn-again-lane,
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Nay, Bridget and Kate, near little More-gate,
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young Sib at the Thistle and Crane;
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With Sue at the sign of the Sun,
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and Joan at the Dagger and Gun,
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They pawn'd all their Pinners, had they not been Winners,
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poor Creatures, they had been undone,
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But they have had Benefit-Tickets, we hear,
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For Husbands each having five Hundred a Year.
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Poor Susan the Sister of Sinders,
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who scarce had a Smock to her Back,
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She luckily found, a Purse on the ground,
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and ventur'd it every jack;
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This Taterdemalian, poor Sue,
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who scarce had a stocking or shooe,
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By Fortune befrended, her case was amended,
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five hundred and seven she drew,
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And that did a Benefit-Ticket appear,
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Which brought her a Man of one Thousand a Year.
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There's Betty a Water-man's Daughter
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that lived near Wapping-old-stairs;
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A Nitter by trade, this innocent Maid
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away to the Strand she repairs;
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Her Parents altho' they were poor,
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and had but one Guinney in store,
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That Guinney they lent her, so that she did venter,
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her Lot was six hundred and four,
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The which did a Benefit-Ticket appear,
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And brought her a Man of two Thousand a Year.
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Poor Sarah that liv'd at the Miter,
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she had neither Silver nor Gold,
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But meeting with Ned, her dear Maiden-head,
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in troth, for a Guinney she sold;
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And then without longer delay,
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young Sarah she hurry'd away;
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Now mind but the Story, her fortunate Glory,
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this Guinney was lucky you'll say,
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For she had a Benefit-Ticket we hear,
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Which brought her a Man of three Thousand a Year.
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There's many young beautiful Ladies,
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that daily come in for a shear,
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Yet since they were Great, we do not relate
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or mention their Benefits here,
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But those that from nothing did rise,
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the Poor and the Naked likewise,
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Who pawn'd their Attire, to gain their desire,
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the hopes of a delicate Prize;
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And when drawing their Benefit-Tickets appear,
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With Husbands of Hundreds and thousands a Year.
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