Thomas Hardy - The Pink Frock lyrics

"O my pretty pink frock, I sha'n't be able to wear it! Why is he dying just now? I hardly can bear it! "He might have contrived to live on; But they say there's no hope whatever: And must I shut myself up, And go out never? "O my pretty pink frock, Puff-sleeved and accordion-pleated! He might have pa**ed in July, And not so cheated!"