A DAINTY LITTLE FLIRT.
Words, Chas. F. Pidgin. Music, Chas. D. Blake.
Boston: Chas. D. Blake, 1884.

1. I know a maiden who has got a lover,
And love has turned her little head;
And mornings early when the birds are singing sweet,
The woods she seeks when she should work instead,
And there she wanders, and there she ponders,
And says if loving truly brings such pain,
I'll treat them sweetly,
But act discreetly,
And never lose my heart to man again.

CHORUS: I'll treat them sweetly, and discreetly,
Be gentle, modest, never pert,
When gone completely,
Cut them neatly,
No doubt they call me little flirt.
Tho' hearts with love and hope may beat so gladly,
Tho' lovers kneel and say my charms enthral,
I like to please to have the men all praise me,
But really I can't wed them all.

2. That little maiden when she met her lover,
Upon his breast did lay her head,
And said she lov'd him and her lips his own did meet;
The youth believed she meant the words she said,
But still she wanders, and still she ponders,
And said 'twas foolish speaking words like these.
I'll treat them sweetly,
But act discreetly,
And never more my love to man disclose.