poor thing

there was a barber and his wife
and he was beautiful
a proper artist with a knife
but they transported him for life
and he was beautiful
foolishness was his crime
he had this wife you see
silly little thing
silly little knit
had her chance for the moon on a string
poor thing, poor thing
there was this judge you see
wanted her like mad
everyday he sent her a flower
but did she come down from her tower
sat up there and sobed by the hour
poor thing, poor thing
well the beetle calls on her all polite
the judge he tells her is all contriote
he blames himself for her dreadful plight
she must come straite to his house tonight
poor thing, poor thing
of course when she goes there
poor thing, poor thing
there haveing a ball all in masks
theres no one she knows there
poor dear poor thing
she wanders tormented and drinks poor thing
the judge has repented she thinks poor thing
oh wear is judge turpin she asks
he was there alright, only not so contriote
she wasnt no match for such craft you see
and everyone thought it so droll
they figuered she had to be daft you see
so all of them stood there and laughed you see
poor soul, poor thing!!!!