A young man loves a maiden, She somebody else prefers,
That somebody else loves another, Who makes him by wedlock hers.
The maiden in mere vexation, Because of the loss she has had,
Weds the first kind soul that offers, And this makes the young man mad.
'Tis an old, a very old story, But still it is always new;
And when and wherever it happens, A man's heart is broken in two.