As I was walking one day in the strand
I met a fair damsel all dressed up so grand
Laces, ribbons and jewels of gold
Says I: "You're some daisy for nineteen years old"
Her fingers were tapered, and her neck like swan
Her nose a little turned-up, her voice not so strong
Six weeks we courted, and the village bell told
That I married that daisy for ninetten years old
The guests had departed, and we were alone
I said to my darling, "Now you are my own"
A cart full of paddings my wife did unroll
Says I: "You're some daisy for nineteen years old"
She took off her left foot, a half a foot wide
She took off her big ears, and she laid them aside
And over the carpet her glass eye did roll
Says I: "You're some daisy for nineteen years old"
She took off her right leg just below her knee
She took off her fingers I think she left three
She took off her wig and her old bald head told
That she was some daisy for nineteen years old
She took out her teeth, and I started in tears
Her nose and her chin they met very near
I turned from my room, and no more could be told
This daisy's not nineteen, but she's ninety years old