“Jeannette, who was married a few weeks ago?”
“Yes, he loved her, I’m sure, for Jeannette told me so.”
“She told us the same, so we know it as well,
But we’re glad that you told us. We never will tell.”
Then they would have a song from the dolorous Tim,
And it seemed there was nothing to do but for him
To sing them a song that had broken his heart;
He never could sing it but salt tears would start
To his tender blue eyes. Tim Dolor began,
And the dancers all witnessed the tears as they ran