There Are Plenty of Fish in the Sea

1

A lady tossed her curls
At all who came to woo;
She laughed to scorn the vows,
From hearts though false or true,
While merrily she sang;
And cared all day for naught,
There are plenty of fish in the sea,
As good as ever were caught,
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.

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,
— But, oh, they're hard to be caught.
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