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From page 159 of the 1925 Tom Tom
In past days to come, I'll remember it well
How a wealthy, young maid in a poor house did dwell
She lived with her father, her life was serene
Her age it was red, and her hair was nineteen
The maid had a lover who nearby did dwell
A cross legged villain, and bow eyes as well
He said, "let us fly by the light of yon star
For you are the eye of my apple, you are!"
"No, no!" said this maiden "be cautious and wise
My father would scratch out your nails with his eyes
If you really love me don't bring me disgrace!"
She cried as she buried her hands in her face
When he heard this refusal, he rushed to the maid
Silently drawing his knife from the blade
He then cut the throat of this maiden so fair
And dragged her around by the head of her hair
And then it appears that the father appeared
And gazed on the scene with eyes in his tears
He stooped o'er the maiden her fair lips he kissed
Then rushed with his nose at the murderer's fist
He rushed at the Varlet who started to bolt
He drew a horse pistol he'd raised from a colt
Said the villain, "I'll die if I stay here, that's true"
And turning he ran and he flue up the flew.
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