Oh, kiss me quick, and let me go,
Don’t keep me here a waiting,
For if by chance we should be caught,
It would set the gals a talking.
She’s fond of kissing, that I know,
So often as I meet her,
She says, “Kiss me quick, and let me go,
You’ll love me all the better.”
At evening when the room was dark,
And time was getting later,
I thought I’d steal a kiss from her,
And I kiss’d the Nigger Waiter.
Oh, kiss me quick, &c.
Oh, now I’ll give you good advice,
When you go a sparking,
Don’t do your kissing in the dark,
For fear your lips of marking.
But choose the day and fear no shame,
If its not distressing,
I’m sure its nothing very new,
For we’re all so fond of kissing.
Oh, kiss me quick, and let me go, &c.
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Oh, Kiss but never Tell.
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When love grows warm there is a charm,
And oft a sacred bliss,
When fond hearts greet for lips to meet
In sweet affection’s kiss;
But to reveal the sacred seal
Which hallows it so well,
May quench love’s flame with breath of shame,
So kiss, but never tell.