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

She was invited to my house

Oh yes

She was

And though she knew my love was true

And no ordinary thing

She admired my wedding ring

She admired my wedding ring

She was my friend

My friend

My friend

She sent us little silver gifts

Oh yes

She did

Oh what a rare and happy pair

She inevitably said

As she glanced at my unmade bed

She admired my unmade bed

My bed

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

To 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

To often they crave

To cry

At a wedding

And dance

On a grave

Beware of young girls

Beware of young girls

Beware