As I roved out walking one evening last May   A charming young damsel I met on my way   She had jewellery and riches,    she had diamonds and gold   And she said she was a virgin,    only nineteen years old      I quickly fell in love with this beautiful dame   I asked where she came from, and she told me that same   In three weeks we were married,    and the church bells, they tolled   I was married to a virgin,    only nineteen years old      On awakening next morning,    I thought I would faint   When she scraped from her two cheeks a full pound of paint   And on her left shoulder a hump I behold   "Oh," sayd I, "You're a daisy, only nineteen years old?"      She pulled out her fingers 'til she left only three   She screwed off her right leg right over the knee   She pulled off her false wig,    her bald head I behold   Oh good God Almighty,    only nineteen years old      She pulled out her eyebrow which was black and sublime   She pulled out her false teeth which was only nine   She pulled out her glass eye,    on the carpet it rolled   Oh bad luck and damnation to your nineteen years old      Now all you young fellas,    when for marriage you go   Examine your true love from the top to the toe   And if you don't do that,   like me you'll be sold   To a damsel not nineteen, but a ninety year old