t,
He kept her one whole Night and Day:
Then honest _Judge_ the Coachman bought her,
And was not this most cunningly done?
Gave for her five Shilling,
To take her was willing,
_Without Hood or Scarff_, &c.

The Cuckold to _Judge_, a Letter did send,
Wherein he did most humbly crave;
Quoth he, I prithee, my Rival Friend,
My Spouse again I fain would have:
And if you will but let me have her,
I'll pardon what she e'er has done;
I swear by my Maker,
Again I will take her,
_Without Hood and Scarff_, &c.

He sent an old Baud to interceed,
And to perswade her to come back;
That he might have one of her delicate breed,
And he would give her a ha'p'uth of Sack:
Therefore prithee now come to me,
Or else poor I shall be undone:
Then do not forgo me,
But prithee come to me,
_Without Hood or Scarff, tho' rough_, &c.

The Coachman then with much ado,
Did suffer the Baud to take her out;
Upon the Condition that she would be true,
And let him have now and then a Bout:
But he took from her forty Shillings,
And gave her a parting Glass at the _Sun_;
And then with good buyt' ye,
Discharged his Duty,
_And turn'd her a grazing, rough as she run._

The Cuckold invited the Coachman to dine,
And gave him a Treat at his own Expence;
They drown'd all Cares in full brimmers of Wine,
He made him as welcome as any Prince:
There was all the Hungregation,
Which from _Cuckolds-Point_ was come;
They kissed and fumbled,
They touzed and tumbled,
_He was glad to take her rough as she run._

_Judge_ does enjoy her where he list,
He values not the old Cuckold's Pouts;
And she is as good for the Game as e'er pist,
Fudge on his Horns sits drying of Clouts:
She rants and revels when she pleases,
And to end as I begun,
The Horned Wise-acre,
Is forced to take her
_Without Hood or Scarff, and rough as she run._

_The_ MAIDEN LOTTERY: _Containing 70 Thousand Tickets, at a Guinea
each; the Prizes being Rich and Loving Husbands, from three Thousand
to one Hundred a Year, which Lottery will begin to draw on next_
VALENTINE'S _Day._

_Then pretty Lasses venture now,_
_Kind_ Fortune _may her Smiles alow._

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Young Ladies that live in the City,
Sweet beautiful proper and Tall;
And Country Maids who dabling wades,
Here's happy good News for you all:
A Lottery now out of hand,
Erected will be in the _Strand_;
Young Husbands with Treasure, and Wealth out of