When a girl would catch a fine lad, 
She'll need one weapon to disarm him: 
She must charm him, 
And then never take her glance off him. 
She won't need a ruffly gown 
Nor velvet shoulders to get him. 
Once she's met him, 
She just has to charm the pants off him.

Some girls have charm for all, 
Some girls have charm for few, 
But when a girl has charm for none, 
There's not very much that she can do.

And so I fear that she may be stuck 
In this same dreary situation, 
Maiden station, 
Passed up by every lad 
Unless she finds some charm 
She didn't know she had.

Whatever became of the lad who came a courting her
Whatever became of her young swain
It used to be the case that he appeared here each Saturday
But suddenly he never appeared again

I tell you what became of the lad who came a courting her
One day a sweet lassie did pass his eye
She knew the fancy ways to make a ladies fancy turn
And the lad who came a courting her, told her goodbye

Some girls have charm for all, 
Some girls have charm for few, 
But when a girl has charm for none, 
There's not very much that she can do.

And so I fear that she may be stuck 
In this same dreary situation, 
Maiden station, 
Passed up by every lad 
Unless she finds some charm 
She didn't know she had.