I'M jilted, forsaken, outwitted; Yet think not I'll whimper or brawl -- The lass is alone to be pitied Who ne'er has been courted at all: Never by great or small, Wooed or jilted at all; Oh, how unhappy's the lass Who has never been courted at all! My brother called out the dear faithless -- In fits I was ready to fall, Till I found a policeman who, scatheless, Swore them both to the peace at Guildhall; Seized them, seconds and all -- Pistols, powder and ball; I wished him to die my devoted, But not in a duel to sprawl. What though at my heart he has tilted, What though I have met with a fall? Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all. Wooed and jilted and all, Still I will dance at the ball; And waltz and quadrille With light heart and heel, With proper young men, and tall. But lately I've met with a suitor, Whose heart I have gotten in thrall, And I hope soon to tell you, in future, That I'm wooed, and married, and all; Wooed, and married, and all, -- What greater bliss can befall? And you all shall partake of my bridal cake, When I'm wooed, and married, and all. |