Sung by Mr. Pack Acting a Quaker in the Richmond Heiress the Words by M Durfey.  


Maiden fresh as a Rose, young buxom and full of Jollity,  
take no spouse among Beaus fond of their raking quality,  
He who wears a long Bush, all Powder down from his Pericrane,  
and with Nose full of Snush, Snuffles out Love in merry vein,  
Who to Dames of high place, does prattle like any Parrot too,  
yet with Doxies a brace, at Night pigs in a Garret too,  
Patrimony out run, to make a fine show to carry thee,  
plainly friend thou'rt undone, if such a Creature mary thee.   

Then for fear of a Bribe,  
Of flattering noise and vanity,  
Yoke a Lad of our Tribe,  
hel show thee best humanity,  
Flashy thou wilt find Love,  
In Civill as well as secular,  
But when Spirit doth move,  
We have a gift particular,  
Tho' our Graveness is pride,  
That Boobys the more may venerate,  
He that gets a Rich Bride,  
Can Jump when He's to Generate,  
Off then goes the disguise,  
To Bed in his Arms he'l carry thee,  
Then to be happy and wise,  
Take Yea& Nay to mary thee,    

for the FLUTE  
   

Done for Richard across