Awaiting to blow out their brains

When she refused affection;

Which, of course, she would to all but one,

And when the others’ fates were known,

They’d die of deep dejection.

She would not wed a country lad,

Did she want a husband e’er so bad—

She sighed for city suitors;

Uriah’s hopes were sadly crushed,

His tender words at once were hushed,