It looks like an 18th Cent comic opera piece any ideas of its origin

Blowsabella me dancing doxie, Come lets trudge it to Kirkham fair Theres stout liquor enough to fox me and young cullies to buy thy wares

Mind your manners, you sot, without meddling How I manage to sell of me toys Get by piping as I do by peddling You need never want me for supplies

God, of mercy my dear sweeting I found our things fitting To head by this twitting I owe thee a crown.

For that I've been staying A greater debt paying You're rate of delaying Will never compound

I'll come home when my pouch is full And soundly pay thee all old arrears

You'll forget it you're pates so dull As by you drowsy neglect of peers

May the drone of my bag never hum If I fail to remember my blouse

May my buttocks be every ones drum If I think thou will pay me a souse

Squeak em squeak em, Bagpipe will make 'em Whiskin frisk'in money brings in

Smoking toping landlady groping Whore and scores will spend it again

By the best that I get into town I swear thou shall have every groat

By the worse't that a woman e're found If I have it will signify nought

If good nature works the better Blowsabella I'd have you to know Though you fancy my stock is so low I've more rhino that I always show For some good reasons to state that I know

As for your cheating I've always knew As for my ware I've got something too I've got more sense than to tell you

Singly let employ wit I'll use pipes as my game does hit

And if I a new chapman get You'll be easy too

Easy as any worn out shoe

Free a frolic we'll couple gratis Thus we'll show all the human race That the best of the marriage state is Blowsabella and Colincase

Free a frolic we'll couple gratis Thus we'll show all the human race That the best of the marriage state is Blowsabella and Colincase