She left me once, she left me twice,
But after several days
Returned and asked forgiveness,
Saw the folly of her ways.
Once bitten twice shy it's always said
And I was bitten twice,
Yet I believed her promise
That it wouldn't happen thrice.
A promise that she meant to keep,
A love that would endure -
But once again it's happened
And I'm sat alone once more.
And this time she has gone for good
But nobody is scoffin';
This time she didn't run away
But went off in a coffin.
I've had to take it in my stride.
My friends say I am plucky,
Inside I smile and tell myself
'It is true - third time lucky! '
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