As I was out walking down by the seashore
I met a fair maiden, she sure did look grand
Her lace and her diamonds and her hair shone like gold
She appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old
Her fingers they jingled like bells on a door
Her nose was turned up but not very much more
When we were married, the wedding bells told
I have married a young lady just nineteen years old
When we were married and retired for our rest
My love changed for her, why you can guess
For a box full of powders my love did unfold
She appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old
She raked from her pale cheeks a box full of paint
When she took out her false teeth, I thought I would faint
Out upon the carpet her glass eye did roll
She appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old
She unsnapped her fingers, I counted just three
Then she unscrewed both cork legs up to her knees
When she took off her false wig, her old bald head told
I had married an lod lady about ninety years old