“Cold blows the wind to-day, sweetheart;
Cold are the drops of rain;
The first true love that ever I had,
In the green wood he was slain,” &c., &c.
If that does not bring the briny tears, she will try another doleful
sentimental ditty that was very fashionable in her time—
“I have been bad, since you have been gone;
Tweedle, tweedle, go twee;
If you had been out in the garden green,
You would have heard the great moans
Of me, of me, of me, of me.”