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...