She feels her life is blighted.
And so when some one tells her if
She will jump off a handy cliff
’Twill cure her of her love and dumps—
She rushes out—ah! ah—she jumps!
Ah, reader, let us pause right here
To drop a tiny, briny tear;
Alas! Alack! Oh, woeful sight—
It cured her of her love, all right!
Fair maidens, heed this circumstance—