Beware Of Young Girls

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

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



Beware of young girls

Beware of young girls, beware