Dolly's revenge

My false Love and I,

One noon-day in July

Stroll'd by the banks of the rippling river Dee.

The summer smiled around,

There scarcely was a sound

But the beating of my heart and the humming of the bee.

I was pulling at my glove,

For I knew no words of love

Would greet my anxious ear today;

Upon a fallen tree

That lay across the Dee

We sat, and thus he spoke, to my dismay:

"Now, Dolly, we must part,

Tho' I'm sorry in my heart,

But ambition calls me hence from home and thee;

I mus go toLondon town,

I must win a Lord Mayor's gown,

And of course must wed a maid of hight degree;

I must be a knight,

A man of mighty might,

And a knight and village maid would ne'er agree:

To regret me would be folly,

So forget me, dearest Dolly!"

But I gazed in silent sadness down the rushing river Dee!

I felt my heart a-swelling,

And I felt the tears a-welling,

But I knew full well he wasn't worth a thought;

So chasing all my sadness,

In a mood of merry madness

A plan of sweet revenge I swiftly wrought:

'T war a leafless, withered tree

That lay across the Dee,

And the false one sat midway upon the beam;

Just one gentle push I gave,

And, splashing mid the wave,

Behold the traitor floating down the stream!

"Good bye, Sir knight,

Of the order of the 'bath'!

Seek now a maid of high degree.

You longed for swift promotion;

If you swim down to the ocean,

Perhaps you'll find a 'mermaid' in the deep, deep sea!"