Young Miss Mayfair was just fifteen
With virtues pure and morals clean
And parents laying out her dreams
Said “Sweetling, you’ll be married.”
Young Miss Mayfair did not agree
No man alive she cared to see
Indignant and bewildered, she
Asked “Why should I be married?”
Young Miss Mayfair tried to explain
That wedlock’s cage would cause her pain
O’er her, a man would never reign
And she would not be married
Young Miss Mayfair’s suitor, he said
“I’ll see this through, or see you dead
now place this veil upon your head
and thus we will be married.”
Young Miss Mayfair’s sweet lips did frown
She sighed and gazed upon the ground
She would not wear that mournful gown
And she would not be married
The Mayfair parents were enraged
Their daughter was to be engaged
And thus pass on the family name
The girl had to be married
The suitor didn’t care a bit
He’d marry this blond, blue-eyed twit
Her fortune, he’d take all of it
So what? Sure, they’d be married
The Mayfair parents learned of this
The suitor’s rougeish scheming, his
ungentlemanly planning, “Kiss
the gold goodbye, no marriage!”
Young Miss Mayfair went further still
With appetites that she would fill
Her would-be groom she then did kill
And him, she would not marry
The Mayfair parents cheered her on
And chopped his body up at dawn
The would-be son of theirs was gone
Their daughter would not marry