A lady tossed her curls
At all who came to woo;
She laughed to scorn the vows,
From hearts though false or true,
While merily she sang;
And cared all day for naught,
|: There are plenty of fish in the sea
As good as ever were caught. :|
2. Upon their lightning wings
The merry years did glide,
A careless life she led,
And was not yet a bride;
Still as of old she sang
Though few to win her sought.
|: There are plenty of fish in the sea
As good as ever were caught. :|
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3. At length the lady grew
Exceedingly alarmed,
For beaux had grown quite shy
Her face no longer charmed.
And now she sadly sings
The lesson time has taught,
|: There are plenty of fish in the sea
As good as ever were caught. :|
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