Down in the Willow Garden

Down a winding pathway

In a garden old

Tripped a beauteous maiden

But her heart was cold

Came a prince to woo her

Said he loved her true

Maiden said he didn’t

And so he ceased to woo

Came a perfumed note

Dropping on one knee

Said his love was deeper

Than the deepest sea

But the whimsed maiden

Said his love was dead

And the perfumed note

Accepted what she said

Came a dashing stranger

Took her off by force

Said he’d make her love him

And she did

Of course...