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...