THE Buxom Lass of Westminster, OR, Her kind proffer of two hundred pound, together with a Cargo of Coals from Newcastle, to any youngman, that would in kindness help her out at a dead lift.  
Tune of, If Love's a sweet Passion.  
Licenced according to Orde.  
 

YOu lusty young Bachelors pray now attend,  
Here is joyful good tidings which to you I send;  
In the City of Westminster lives a fair Maid,  
Who has two hundred pound to her Portion' is said:  
Any Youngman may have it if he'll open her hole,  
But it lies at Newcastle, and all in Sea-Cole.   

She told a youngman whom she loved as her life,  
That she had a desire to be his sweet Wife,  
And entreated that he would be loving and kind,  
Then an excellent Fortune of her he should find,  
If he would be but willing to open her hole,  
He should have all her Money likewise her Sea-Cole.   

He fain would have fingered her Money, we find;  
But to love her, alas! he was no ways inclined,  
Though she often had kissed him, and called him her Dear,  
Yet the innocent Damsel was never the near;  
He refused, it seems, for to open her hole,  
Though he might have her Money, and all her Sea-Cole.   

If any young Gallant her Love would obtain,  
For to languish and lie at her feet is in vain,  
Or to tell her you're wounded with Darts from her Eyes,  
Such a sort of fond wooing she'll scorn and despise;  
You must kiss her, and hug her, and open her hole,  
Then she'll give you her Money, and all her Sea-Cole.   

It seems she is beautiful charming and fair,  
And as plump as a Do, with fine delicate Ware;  
Should you search the whole City of Westminster round,  
A young Lass more delightful is not to be found;  
Come away then some Gallant and open her hole,  
You may have all her money, likewise her Sea-coal.   

She'll not have a Man that is aged and grey,  
That shall cause her, when married, to wander astray;  
But she'll have a brisk Gallant, both brawny and stout,  
That at half an hours warning can yerk her about;  
That can hug her, and kiss her, and open her hole,  
He shall have all her Money, likewise her Sea-coal.   

Young Gallants why will you stand in your own light,  
When a beautiful Lass does so friendly invite,  
And entreat you to taste of those Amorous Charms,  
Which are now to be found in her soft melting Arms:  
Make no longer delaying, come open her hole,  
You shall have all her money, likewise her Sea-coal.   

That man that will pity her sorrowful moan,  
Though he has not a Groat in the World of his own,  
He shall soon be invested with her happy store,  
Though it was above twenty or thirty times more,  
If he will be but willing to open her hole,  
He shall have all her money, likewise her Sea-coal.   

Whoever comes to her may have the reward,  
Though a Tinker, nay, Cobbler, or Tailor, good Lord,  
So he has but the absolute parts of a Man,  
And will do his endeavour as much as he can,  
For to kiss her, and hug her, and open her hole,  
He shall have all her money, likewise her Sea-coal.   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.