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.