Oxfordshire Damosel, Or, The London MERCHANT'S Choice.  
Her Beauty Bright was his Delight,  
But yet she said him nay,  
She would not yield to him the Field,  
Till Marriage made the way.  
To the Tune of, The J●bb for a Journey-man-Shoomaker.  
 

THere was as Fine a London Blade,  
as ever trod on Leather,  
Most sumptuously he was arrayed,  
his Wigg, his Hat and Feather:  
His Rapier hanging his by side,  
well mounted on a Gelding,  
To Oxford City he would Ride,  
to view the ancient Building.   

But he no sooner was come there  
in all his Pomp and Glory  
When meeting with a Damsel fair,  
a sweet and Pleasant Story.  
To her he freely did unfold,  
her Love to gain the sooner,  
He showed her handfuls of his Gold,  
to bring her into humour.   

He then began to Compliment,  
and sweetly to embrace her,  
The Damsel would not give consent,  
that he should e'er disgrace her  
Her modest mind was not inclined,  
nor in the least was leaning  
Unto his will, but answered still,  
she did not know his meaning.   
 

My Love said he, let me enjoy  
with thee a moment's pleasure,  
My sweetest creature be not coy,  
thou shalt not want for treasúre:  
All night within my folded arms,  
my Love shall lie and slumber,  
With many sweet delightful charms,  
and kisses out of number.   

Said she your proffer I disdain,  
good Sir I pray be civil,  
Indeed you now are much too blame,  
to tempt a maid to evil,  
Forbear to talk at such a rate.  
discretion has endued me,  
It is not your enchanted bait,  
that ever shall delude me.   

Kind Sir I pray now let me go,  
I strange and do admire,  
That you should seek my overthrow,  
to please your fond desire,  
If there in me be any truth,  
I am resolved to tarry  
I'll never pleasure any youth,  
but those with whom I marry.   

The Damsel thsu declared her mind,  
then without molestation,  
His heart was more and more inclined,  
he stood in Admiration:  
The lustre of her Beauty fair,  
his heart had so inflamed,  
That he was caught in Cupid's snare,  
before her love he gained.   

My dearest Love I thee adore,  
if thou canst freely love me,  
I set by thee such mighty store,  
I fancy none above thee:  
With thee I mean to live and die,  
thou sweet and lovely creature,  
Thou art a jewel in mine eye,  
no Lady more Completer.   

She could no longer say him no,  
and now to end the quarrel,  
In Love they both together go,  
to buy her Rich Apparel:  
She looked like a sumptuous Dame,  
in all her rich attire,  
Her beauty flew on wings of Fame,  
his Friends did all admire.   

She was indeed an honest Girl,  
and of a modest carriage,  
He prized her more than Gold or Pearl,  
and joined with her in Marriage;  
Now may she lead as sweet a life,  
as she is fair and Pretty,  
For now she is a Merchant's Wife,  
of London Famous City.   
FINIS.   

This may be Printed,  
R. L S.   

Printed for I. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur Street without Newgate.