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 call'd upon Lucy — 'twas just ten o'clock—
Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock.

Now a hand-maid, 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 question'd the stranger and answer'd the door.

The meeting was bliss; but the parting was woe;
For the moment will come when such comers must go.
So she kiss'd him, and whisper'd — poor innocent thing—
"The next time you come, love, pray come with a ring."