Did I abuse her or show her disdain
Why does she run from me
If I should lose her how shall I regain
The heart she has won from me
Agony
Beyond power of speech
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach
High in her tower she sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming
A light-hearted air
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Agony
Far more painful than yours
When you know she would go with you
If there only were doors
Agony
All the torture they teach
What's as intruiging or half so fatiguing
As what's out of reach
Am I not sensitive, clever,
Well-mannered, considerate,
Passionate, charming, as kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne
You are everything maidens could wish for
Then why no
Do I know
The girls must be mad
You know nothing of madness
'Till your climbing her hair
And you see her up there
As you're nearing her
All the while hearing her
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Agony
Misery
Woe
Though it's different for each
Always ten steps behind
Always ten feet below
And she's just out of reach
Agony
That can cut like a knife
I must have her to wife
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