Beware of young girls who come to the door, wistful and pale of twenty and four, delivering daisies with delicate hands.
Beware of young girls too often they crave to cry at a wedding and dance on a grave.
She was my friend my friend my friend. I thought her motives were sincere, oh yes I did. Ah but this lass, it came to pass, had a dark and different plan. She admired my own sweet man, she admired my own sweet man.
We were friends, oh yes we were, and she just took him from my life, oh yes she did. So young and vain, she brought me pain, but I'm wise enough to say she will leave him one thoughtless day. She'll just leave him and go away, oh yes.
Beware of young girls who come to the door, wistful and pale of twenty and four, delivering daisies with delicate hands.
Beware of young girls too often they crave to cry at a wedding and dance on a grave.