Classic Poem

A SONG, TO THE SCOTCH TUNE OF " WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A'"

I'm jilted, forsaken, outwitted;
Yet think not I'll whimper or brawl —
The lass is alone to be pitied
Who ne'er has been courted at all;
Never by great or small
Wooed or jilted at all;
Oh, how unhappy's the lass
Who has never been courted at all!

My brother called out the dear faithless;
In fits I was ready to fall
Till I found a policeman who, scatheless,
Swore them both to the peace at Guildhall;
Seized them, seconds and all —
Pistols, powder, and ball;
I wished him to die my devoted,
But not in a duel to sprawl.

What though at my heart he has tilted,
What though I have met with a fall?
Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.
Wooed and jilted and all,
Still I will dance at the ball;
And waltz and quadrille
With light heart and heel
With proper young men and tall.

But lately I've met with a suitor
Whose heart I have gotten in thrall,
And I hope soon to tell you in future
That I'm wooed and married and all.
Wooed and married and all,
What greater bliss can befall?
And you all shall partake
Of my bridal cake,
When I'm wooed and married, and all.