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