When I was sixteen years of age, a damsel in my prime,
I daily thought on wedded life and how I’d spend my time.
I daily thought on wedded life; its beauties I did scan.
I sighed and sobbed both night and day, to get a nice young man.

The wish I wanted soon I got one Sunday afternoon,
As home from church I gaily walked, I met this fair gorsoon
He looked so neat about his feet; to win him it was my plan,
And that very day I fell in love with my good-looking man.

He pledged to me the words of love, and I said his bride I’d be.
He pressed me fondly to his breast saying, “Oh, you are my dear.”
He pressed me fondly to his breast, as to the church we ran;
And there and then I got wed to my good-looking man.

Scarcely were we wed three months, one Sunday afternoon,
My gentleman, he did step out just on our honeymoon.
I did not go along with him, for to watch him, it was my plan.
And soon a flashing young lass I saw with my good-looking man.

He pledged to her the words of love, just as he had done to me;
He pressed her fondly to his breast saying, “Oh, you are my dear.”
He pressed her fondly to his breast as to my home I ran;
And there I patiently did wait for my good-looking man.

The clock was just on the stroke of ten when my gentleman stepped in.
“Where have you been, oh Johnny dear, where have you so long been?”
“To church, to church, kind love,” he said; but this I could not stand,
By heavens, the tongs I did let fly at my good-looking man.

I blackened his face, I broke his nose, in ribbons I tore his clothes;
I seized the poker from the stove and hit him across the nose.
He looked just like a chimney-sweep as out the door he ran.
Ah, the divil a girl fell in love again with my good-looking man.