Aber bit o' pity there boyo.

Self-Pity
by Daniel Evans
With apologies to Sir Walter Scott

Is there a man without self-pity
That lost a girl one half so pretty
Who cannot say that he is sad
Or inside doesn't feel a lack
And truly want to win her back
I'd say to you that man is mad
If this type you should encounter
Don't waste your time in idle banter
It matters not how rich he be
Or if on his CV it says MD
For all his power and apparent wealth
Lack of regret means all is self
Though alive that's only half
And when he finally comes to pass
Interred beneath the cold, cold earth
Who, with affection, will recall his birth?

Giok