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        FEMALE

       Auctioneer.

Well here I am, and what of that,
Methinks I hear you cry,
Why I am come, and that is pat,
To see if you will buy,
A Female Auctioneer I stand,
Though not to seek for pelf,
And the lot I have in hand,
Is for to sell myself.
And I'm going, going, going,
Who bids for me ?

Ye Bachelors, I look at you,
And pray don't deem me rude,
Nor rate me either scold or shrew,
A coquet or a prude,
My hand and heart I offer fair,
And should you buy the lot,
I swear I'll make you here my own,
When Hymen ties the knot.
And I'm going, going, going,
Who bids for me ?

Though some may deem me pert or so
Who deals in idle strife,
Pray where's the girl, I wish to know
Who'd not become a wife,
At last I own I really would,
In spite of all alarms,
Dear Bachelors now be so good,
Do take me to yonr arms,
For I'm going, going, going,
Who bids for me ?