The Boudoir No. 3

PITTY PAT

Pitty pat, pitty pat, went my heart,

When Damon first his suit preferr'd,

He squeez'd my hand, nor would he part

Till all his tender tales I heard -

Those tales were so pleasing,

I could not but hear,

And still he kept squeezing,

And call'd me his dear!

His little dear, his pretty dear, his sweetest dearest dear!

Pitty pat, pitty pat, went my heart,

When first he rudely stole a kiss,

"Oh, fie! you naughty man, depart,"

"Indeed, I won't, my dearest Miss,"

He kiss'd, and he told me

His love was sincere,

And still did he hold me,

And calFd me his dear!

His little dear, his pretty dear, his sweetest dearest dear!

Pitty pat, pitty pat, went still more

My heart, when daddy found us out;

Dad frown'd, and many an oath he swore,

Pray, Hussey, what are you about?

But Damon held tighter,

And bid me not fear;

"How can you, sir, fright her,

"You see she's my dear,

"My little dear, my pretty dear, my sweetest dearest dear!"

Pitty pat, pitty pat, trudg'd away

We to the man in black and white;

My heart went pitty pat all day,

But still more pitty pat at night —

For Damon to show me

His love was sincere,

Refus'd to let go me,

And call'd me his dear,

His little dear, his pretty dear, his sweetest dearest dear!