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
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