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 Exposed to Sale at Reasonable Rates, for the benefit of Old and Young Women.  
To the Tune of, The blue Bells of Ireland.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 
 

YOung handsome Wives and Lasses,  
glad tidings here I tell;  
A ship load of white Puddings  
are come to Town to sell;  
And for your ready money,  
will use you passing well:  

And the Blue Bells of Ireland,  
Rings well, and Rings well,  
And the blue Bells of Ireland  
Rings ding dung Bell.    

These dainty curious Puddings  
are pleasant, sweet, and sound,  
Some weighs near fourteen ounces,  
and others full a pound;  
You cant find better Puddings,  
search the three Kingdoms round,  

blue Bells of Ireland, rings well, etc.    

Not far from London Tower,  
this Ship is riding there,  
Young Women they come flocking  
to buy this dainty ware:  
You never see such crowding,  

in London Smithfield- Fair,  
And the blue Bells of Ireland, etc.    

The Miller's Wife came huffing,  
her Tongue went like a Clapper;  
For one she'd give a Tester,  
but laiks it was a thwacker;  
And it was stuffed as hard beside  
as any Squibb or Cracker,  

And the blue Bells of Ireland, etc.    
 
 
 

A Butcher's Wife ne'er Shoreditch,  
was full resolved to go  
To buy a curious Pudding,  
for why she well did know  
Such food would make a Woman  
as fat as any Do;  

And the blue Bells of Ireland, etc.    

Then came an ancient Woman,  
who was both Lame and Old;  
For one she gave five Shillings,  
as good as e'er was told;  
She put it in her Warming-pan,  
to keep it from the cold:  

And the blue Bells of Ireland, etc.    

The Wife of Tom the Cooper,  
did like a Hector swear,  
Although she brought but ninepences,  
it seems, to lay out there:  
And for that nasty ninepences,  
she'd pick and cull the ware,  

And the blue Bells of Ireland, etc.    

The Wife of Tom the Tailor,  
did come to buy one then,  
Although the Goods were guarded  
by six or seven men:  
In laying out the three pence,  
she Cabbidged nine or ten,  

And the blue Bells, etc.    

A Merchants youthful Lady,  
whose Husband was unkind;  
She came to buy a Pudding,  
her pocket was well Lined;  
She proffered twenty Shilling  
to have one to her mind,  

And the blue Bells, etc.    

There came an Old Fishwoman,  
Countess of Billingsgate;  
And she bid ready-money  
for all the whole Ships-Fraight:  
The Women up with puddings,  
and knocked her o'er the pate:  

And the blue Bells, etc.    

They cried, you wretched Beldame,  
 you shall buy them all,  
And raise them to extortion,  
your noddle we will mawl;  
There shall be no monopolising  
in this case at all,  

And the blue Bells, etc.    

Then came a Weavers Daughter  
from off the Turkish-Shore,  
And bid them Twenty Shilling  
to pick out half a score;  
Yet  she'd go without'em,  
she proffered Twopences more,  

And the blue Bells, etc.    

Then come away Young Women,  
all you that dainties crave;  
You may have for a Tester  
what will your longing save;  
Th●y are as fine white Puddings,  
as Wives can wish to have;  

And the blue Bells of Ireland  
Rings well, and Rings well,  
And the blue Bells of Ireland,  
Rings ding dung Bell.     

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