“Oh, the prince of sorrow,” a fifth began to sing aloud.
“He went to war, while his first lover ran off with another;
He returned to find her wed to a farmer;
He went to war once more, while his second lover seduced another;
He returned to find her wed to a scholar;
He then went to visit the temple,
But drove his third lover mad, never to see the morrow;
Oh, what shall become of the prince of sorrow?
Perhaps, he should just marry a sparrow!”
―
Kristina Stangl,
The Heartless Villainess