Ireland

                       AN EXELENT NEW

                       BALLAD

                               ASCRIB'D

      To the LADIES of MUNSTER.

                                   BY

                The H - - - - J. S.

YE Ladies of Munſter, come liſten a while,
I'm ſure that my Lays will your Judgement beguil e
At the Subject or Song you'll certainly ſmile,
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
Near Dublin it happen'd between a young Pair,
That cannot be counted either Witty or Fair,
The Lady is full of opinionate Air,
                                                        Which no Body can deny
Her Mein is Majeſtick and ſit for a Queen,
At Palmerstown Fair the like ne'er was ſeen,
Nor at Finglaſs May Dance, nor eke Stephen's Green,
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
Her Lips they are ſuch as the Blackamoors prize,
With her taper ſhape and brisk rouling Eyes,
But then there's her Mouth of a Wond'rous ſize,
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
A Husband ere long, ſhe muſt, certainly get,
Elſe many will pine, and ſo will her Pett,
And Noddy is likely to be Caught in the Net.
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
Mama at Brother begins for to rail,
And fears that Juſtice againſt her will prevail,
But all for the ſake of poor Lucy's tayl.
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
The Lady is prickt with Conſcience indeed,
By the Powers above, 'tis ſurely decreed,
She muſt have a Joynter to ſerve here in Need.
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
Inſtead of a Huſband a Joynter will do,
Whether it will or no, pray what's that to you,
Or at leaſt it will hire a Stallion or two.
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
Then fare you well Siſter, diſſembling ſhe crys,
To ſave me from tatcling Nanno and her ies.
Such a Speech from an Aunt the World would ſurprize.
                                                        Which no Body can deny,
Now Noddy comes on the cream of the jeſt,
'T wou'd make your heart glad I vow and proteſt,
To ſee his thin Jaws and erected Creſt,
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
He ſalures his Dame ſtill with Cringing and Woeing,
Their like to a pair of Pidgeons a Cooing,
When He rubs up his Chaps and ſain wou'd be doing
                                                        Which no Body can deny.
Ladies your Pardon I humbly Implore,
Grant it this once I'll ner'e trouble you more.
And pray to their Senſes, Gad may them reſtore.
                                                        Which no Body can deny.

                         FINIS.