Here's my transcription of the broadside at the Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Douce Ballads 1(104b):

Joyful NEWS for
MAIDS and Young WOMEN:
BEING
An ACCOUNT of a Ship-load of white Puddings, brought from a far Country,
and are to be exposed to Sale at reasonable Rates, for the Benefit of Old and
Young Women. To the Tune of The Blue Bells of Ireland.

Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.

[1] Young handsome Wives and Lasses, glad Tydings here I tell;
A Ship-load of white Puddings are come to Town to sell;
And for your ready Money, will please you passing well:

[CHORUS:] And the blue Bells of Ireland rings well, and rings well;
And the blue Bells of Ireland rings ding dong Bell.

[2] These dainty curious Puddings are pleasant, sweet, and sound,
Some weighs full fourteen Ounces, and others full a Pound;
You can't find better Puddings, search the three Kingdoms round: [CHORUS]

[3] Not far from London Tower, this ship is riding there;
Young Women they came flocking to buy this dainty Ware;
You never see such crowding, in London Smithfield-fair, [CHORUS]

[4] The Miller's Wife came huffing, her Tongue went like a Clapper,
For one she'd give a Tester, but facks(?) it was a thwacker;
And it was stuff'd as hard-beside as any Squibb or Cracker: [CHORUS]

[5] A Butcher's Wife near Shoreditch, was full resolv'd to go
To buy a curious Pudding, for why she well did know
Such Food would make a Woman as fat as any Doe: [CHORUS]

[6] Then came an antient Woman, who was both lame and old;
For one she gave five Shillings, as good as e'er was told;
She put it in her Warming-pan, to keep it from the cold: [CHORUS]

[7] The Wife of Tom the Cooper, did like a Hector swear,
Altho' she brought but Nine-pence, it seems to lay out there;
And for the nasty nine-pence, she'd pick and cull the ware, [CHORUS]

[8] The Wife of Tom the Taylor, did come to buy one then;
Altho' the Goods were guarded by six or seven Men,
In laying out of Three-pence, she cabbag'd nine or ten: [CHORUS]

[9] A Merchant's youthful Lady, whose husband was unkind;
She came to buy a Pudding, her Pocket was well lin'd;
She proffer'd twenty Shilling to have one to her mind, [CHORUS]

[10] There came an Old Fish-woman, Countess of Billingsgate;
And she bid ready Money for all the whole Ships Fraight;
The Women up with Puddings, and knock'd her o're the Pate: [CHORUS]

[11] They cry'd, You wretched Beldam, e'er you shall buy them all,
And raise them to Extortion, your Noddle we will mawl;
There shall be no monopolizing in this case at all, [CHORUS]

[12] Then came a Weaver's Daughter from off the Turkish Shore,
And bid them twenty Shilling to pick out half a score;
Yet e're she'd go without 'em, she proffer'd Two-pence more: [CHORUS]

[13] Then come away young Women, all you that Dainties crave;
You may have for a Tester what will your longing save;
They are as fine white Puddings, as Wives can wish to have: [CHORUS]