Joyful NEWS for
Maids and Young Women,
Being an Account of a Ship-load of White-Puddings, brought from a far
Country, and are to be Expos'd to Sale at Reasonable Rates, for the benefit
of Old and Young Women.
To the Tune of, The blew Bells of Ireland.
Licensed according to Order.
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YOung handsome Wives and Lasses,
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glad tydings here I tell;
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A ship load of white Puddings
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are come to Town to sell;
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And for your ready money,
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will use you passing well:
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And the Blew Bells of Ireland,
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Rings well, and Rings well,
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And the blew Bells of Ireland
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Rings ding dong Bell.
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These dainty curious Puddings
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are pleasant, sweet, and sound,
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Some weighs near fourteen ounces,
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and others full a pound;
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Yon cant find better Puddings,
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search the three Kingdoms round,
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blew Bells of Ireland, rings well, etc.
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Not far from London Tower,
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this Ship is riding there,
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Young Women they come flocking
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to buy this dainty ware;
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You never see such crowding,
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in London Smithfield-Fair,
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And the blew Bells of Ireland, etc.
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The Millers Wife came huffing,
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her Tongue went like a Clapper;
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For one she'd give a Tester,
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but faiks it was a thwacker;
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And it was stuff'd as hard beside
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as any Squibb or Cracker,
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And the blew Bells of Ireland, etc.
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A Butchers Wife ne'r Shore-Ditch,
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was full resolv'd to go
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To buy a curious Pudding,
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for why she well did know
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Such food would make a Woman
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as fat as any Doe;
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And the blew Bells of Ireland, etc.
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Then came an antient Woman,
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who was both Lame and Old;
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For one she gave five Shillings,
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as good as e're was told;
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She put it in her Warming-pan,
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to keep it from the cold:
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And the blew Bells of Ireland, etc.
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The Wife of Tom the Cooper,
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did like a Hector swear,
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Altho' she brought but nine-pence,
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it seems, to lay out there:
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And for that nasty nine-pence,
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she'd pick and cull the ware,
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And the blew Bells of Ireland, etc.
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The Wife of Tom the Taylor,
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did come to buy one then,
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Altho' the Goods were guarded
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by six or seven men:
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In laying out of three pence,
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she Cabbidg'd nine or ten,
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And the blew Bells, etc.
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A Merchants youthful Lady,
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whose Husband was unkind;
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She came to buy a Pudding,
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her pocket was well Lin'd;
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She proffer'd twenty Shilling
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to have one to her mind,
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And the blew Bells, etc.
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There came an Old Fish-woman,
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Countess of Billingsgate;
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And she bid ready money
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for all the whole Ships-Fraight:
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The Women up with puddings,
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and knockt her o're the pate:
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And the blew Bells, etc.
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They cry'd, you wretched Beldam,
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e're you shall buy them all,
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And raise them to extortion,
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your noddle we will mawl;
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There shall be no monopolizing
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in this case at all,
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And the blew Bells, etc.
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Then came a Weavers Daughter
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from off the Turkish-Shore,
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And bid them Twenty Shilling
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to pick out half a score;
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Yet e're she'd go without 'em,
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she proffer'd Twopence more,
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And the blew Bells, etc.
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Then come away Young Women,
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all you that dainties crave;
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You may have for a Tester
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what will your longing save;
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They are as fine white Puddings,
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as Wives can wish to have;
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And the blew Bells of Ireland
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Rings well, and Rings well,
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And the blew Bells of Ireland,
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Rings ding dong Bell.
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