Tit For Tat - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
TIT FOR TAT. Words by Nemo. Music by Henry Pontet. 
If you cross the bill, by my father's mill, And walk along the fields about a mile, By the willow copse, where the pathway stops, You'll find a very high and awkward stile; It has four high steps, so widely set, To cross it by myself I am afraid; I never dare that way repair. Unless at hand I've strong and friendly aid. 'Twas there, one day in the month of May, I met a loving lad, and in my sweetest tones, I asked him would he mind, would he be so very kind, As to help me o'er those four most awkward stones? he helped me- " one, " - he helped me- " two, " -And then to my surprise, he paused and said: ' Rose, I love you! " I only laughed; "Rose, do you love me? " I said, "not I." "Then stay where you are, sweetheart, " said he, And turned away without another word! I could not get up or down in my fright, What was I to do in such a sad and sorry plight? 
"Come back! come back! " I wildly cried, "Come back! come back! I want to go to town. If you help me o'er the stile, you'll gain my sweetest smile, And p'raps I'll tell you more when I am down." He helped me- " three, " -he helped me "four," Then, with a laugh, I bounded lightly o'er. "Rose, what say you? "I only laughed: "Rose, you promised!" I said, "not I. " I told him to stay where he was just then, And tripped away without another word; He did not get up, he did not go down, But sat upon the stile looking at me with a frown, And if you cross the hill, and walk about a mile, I think you'll find him sitting on that selfsame stile!