A COPY of Verses,
Containing,
A Catalogue of young Wenches, which will be expos'd to Sale
by Inch of Candle, at the Cuckolds Coffee-House in Cucumber-
Lane, and the Golden-Cabbage in Taylors-street.
To the Tune of, The Forsaken Lover.
Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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GAllants I pray attend
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to this New Ditty;
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Good News to you I send,
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young Lasses witty
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Will be expos'd to Sale
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by Inch of Candle;
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As neat from Head to Tale,
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as Man can handle.
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II.
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The first is bonny Kate,
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a Broom-Man's Daughter,
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With whom a vast Estate
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will come hereafter;
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It is, I'll swear a Lease,
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Ten Pounds per Annum,
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Which comes at the decease
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of an Old Grannum.
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III.
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The next a Beauty bright,
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which Men admire,
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Who will both Day and Night
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grant your desire;
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She came, I do declare,
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last Week from Dover;
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As sweet a Lass as e're
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Man laid Leg over.
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IV.
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Young Bridget fine and gay,
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fit for promotion,
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She has I'll tell you a
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White-Chappel Portion,
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Which is a Mark a year
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her Mother gave her;
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Gallants I pray draw near,
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for you may have her.
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V.
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The next is Mistriss Joan,
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that famous Flower,
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Who wears it is well known,
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a topping Tower;
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With Sumptuous rich Array,
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like a fair Lady;
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Young Gallants come away,
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she's ripe and ready.
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VI.
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Not far from Tunbolt-street,
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a Drovers Sister,
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She is young fair and sweet,
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thousands have kist her;
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View but her Charming Brow,
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never stand arg'ing,
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She is I'll swear and vow,
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a special bargain.
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VII.
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The next is Mistriss Nell,
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a fair young Creature,
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Living near Clarken-well;
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but you may meet her
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At the afore-said place,
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with many other;
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She is in right good Case
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to make a Mother.
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VIII.
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Would you injoy a Wit?
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come to this Auction,
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There's one that is right fit
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for a Concoction;
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The most ingenious Mirth
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in her is carried,
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Only two at a Birth,
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and never Married.
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IX.
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Tell me what fault is this
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in a young Beauty,
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Can it be thought amiss,
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to learn their Duty;
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Come she is fit for Game,
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before you buy her;
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Young Nancy is her Name,
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take her and try her.
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X.
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We have one strapping Maid,
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scarce one and twenty,
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Who by a Female Trade
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now lives in Plenty;
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To change a single Life,
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young men don't fail her,
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She'll make a Buxom wife
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for some poor Taylor.
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