In shorter form, sometimes rhyming

Oh woe, alack.
I broke my back
climbing up that tree
I just had to see
you.



Come weep by my bedside
Cry tears onto my pillow
and I will die a happy man
or maybe not at all.



Oh me, oh my my
when you stand up so high
I get dizzy.



She had beauty and a mirror
She loved herself the most I fear.