Please to Ring the Belle

I’LL tell you a story that’s not in Tom Moore:—

Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl’s door:

So he called upon Lucy—’t was just ten o’clock—

Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock.

Now, a handmaid, whatever her fingers be at,

Will run like a puss when she hears a rat-tat.

So Lucy ran up—and in two seconds more

Had questioned the stranger and answered the door.

The meeting was bliss; but the parting was woe;

For the moment will come when such comers must go:

So she kissed him, and whispered—poor innocent thing—

“The next time you come, love, pray come with a ring.”