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SONGSTER. 93
Pretty little damsels, go to feast their eyes.
Chit, chat, &c.
But the splendid panorama cannot suflSce.
Chit, chat, &c.
Their pretty parasols, to keep their faces cool.
And their pretty little veils, under which they play the
fool,
And upon their pretty arm, their pretty reticule,
All for chit, chat, &c.
Pretty little damsels, how prettily they run.
Chit, chat, &c.
For a Uttle bit of flattery, and a little bit of fun
Chit, chat, &c.
The pretty little nose, and the pretty little chin,
The pretty little mouth with a pretty little grin,
The pretty little tongue to keep admirers in
Chit, chat, &c.
Pretty little damsels, when they're wed.
Hum, dum, diddle diddle dum,
Their pretty little foibles, all are fled;
Hum, dum, &c.
Their pretty little airs, so bewitchingly wild.
Evaporate so prettily, and leave them so mild.
Then, all their tittle tattle's, about the little child,
Hum, dum, &c.
Chit Cliat'for tlie Gentlemen.
As sung by Mr. COWELL.
The satiric song of Chit Chat, I mean now to reverse.
Chit, chat, &c.
And offer this to you, for better or for worse,
Chit, chat, &c.
Whoevcr's my opponent, retaliation's due.
And all the ladies' foibles I have pointed out to view.