The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

by W. S. Gilbert

He. He cannot eat and he cannot sleep—

(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)

Daily he goes for to wail—for to weep—

(Hey, but he's wretched as a youth can be!)

She. She's very thin and she's very pale—

(Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!)

Daily she goes for to weep—for to wail—

(Hey, but I think that little maid will die!)

Both. Now tell me pray, and tell me true,