There are plenty of fish in the sea

A lady tossed her curls

At all who came to woo;

She laughed to scorn the vows,

From hearts through 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..

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.

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.