Daily the Throng of Suitors grew
And clamored madly at the door,
Until at length they formed a queue
Extending for a mile or more.
The Chancellor was in despair.
“Princess, it comes to this,” he said,
“That either you must lose your hair
Or I must surely lose my head!”
The Princess turned away her face.
“Oh, dear,” she cried, “this grieves me sore;