She appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old
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