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TIT FOR TAT. 33
We've little balls and little routs, where little people go, To sport their little figures and to sport their little toe; Little sparks and little clerks, just broke from tneir mamma; And little boys who think they're men, with a little sweet cigar—
For this is, etc.
A little smart apology, and then my song is done: I've spoke a HtAe freely, just to cause a little fun; My object being, of little devils blue all to disarm, So if I've gained that little end, I've done but little harm In this my little history of little modern times
TIT FOR TAT.
A highly Popular Comic Song,
Sang by all the celebrated vocalists.
Air—" The Tickling-Man."
Mr. Tibbs, as they tell me, was not half so bold As his gay little wife, a most terrible scold,
"Who was witty, and pretty, and smart, and all that: But in truth she'd some reason to scold, I'm afraid, For she lately detected him kissing the maid! So he very much stared when she told him one day— "My love, if you like, you may go to the play,
Which is witty, and pretty, and smart, and all that."
Now Tibbs was a lover of plays that were witty,
But much more in love with his wife's maid, sweet Kitty,
Who was witty, and pretty, and srirart, and all that. With lawless emotion his bosom now burned, And in secret, alone, by the garden returned; The moon, with her horns, was just rising to view— Fatal vision, which told him that he was horned tool
Though so witty, and pretty, and smart, and all that.