From the Bodleian Library:*

THE BARBER'S DAUGHTER or
I'LL THROW MYSELF OFF LONDON BRIDGE

1. Ah, once there was no young cock robin,
Once there was no bumble bee,
Once there was no young cock-chafer,
Half so gay and happy as me.
Now I feel so sad and lonely,
Like a dove that's lost its mate.
Cupid, Cupid's sent me stupid,
Misery's to be my fate.

CHORUS: So I'll throw myself off London Bridge,
I'll jump into the water,
And down, down, down, I'll drown, drown, drown
For the loss of the barber's daughter.

2. Sweet Seraphina Macintosh,
She was the girl I did adore.
I loved her father's barbers shop,
I loved the pole outside his door.
For her how often I felt raving
Mad with love both night and day.
Three times an hour I wanted shaving
Then could not tear myself away.

CHORUS

3. Alas one fatal morn I went,
To undergo my seventh shave,
The Barber of our loves did scent,
And like a maniac did rave;
He seized his razor, danced the 'Can Can',
Smothered my eyes with lather hot;
For fear that he might cut my nose off,
Hastily I fled the spot.

CHORUS

4. He told his child, the grey old willing,
A titled lady she should be,
But he'd cut her off without a shilling,
If she dared to think of me.
Now she turns her pretty nose up
As the barber's shop I pass,
And if I tell my woe to anyone,
They call me a confounded ass.

[* Since that copy was very difficult to read, I checked some lines against another copy in Ark, Issues 7-9, via Google Books.]