Now, this one is a different song, but still not the one you're seeking. I'm wondering if the "December" one in Hugill might be.

OYSTER GIRL

Many a knight and lady gay,
Will stay me as I cry,
While roaming through the streets each day -
"My native oysters buy,
I'll please you well,
With what I sell,"
Then mark my love-arched eye—:
"Pray buy of me, I all excel,
My Milton oysters buy.
Oysters, sir — oysters, sir," I cry,
"The finest native oysters that ever you did buy."

My father was a seaman brave,
No cares did us annoy,
Until he sank beneath the waves,
Then farewell every joy.
Then I got bold,
And oysters sold,
And raised a cheerful cry,---
"Who'll buy of pretty Marian?
My native oysters buy.
Oysters, sir — oysters, sir," I cry,
"The finest native oysters that ever you did buy."

They squeeze my band, as they pass by
And call me pretty maid:
To this I only do reply,
According to my trade:
"I'll please you well,
With what I sell,"
And many an arch reply:
"My oysters they are fresh and good,
Will you be pleased to try?
Oysters, sir — oysters, sir," I cry,
"The finest native oysters that ever you did buy."


Printer: J. Pitts

Bodleian Ballads Catalogue: Harding B 11(3151)