Singing a lassie fair,
He who my love would claim,
Shall have red, red gold to spare,
And bear a noble name!
On a gallant steed he shall proudly ride
With trappings bright and gay;
His lands shall be broad and wide
Who steals my heart away!"
Beware! Beware!
Beware when soft eyes smile!
That traitor, Love, has many a wile.

Singing a lassie fair,
And still her song the same,
When a wooer bold to dare,
One merry springtime came;
Love look'd out of his steadfast eyes,
Love in his deep voice lay;
"O maiden mine, arise, arise,
And follow me far away!"
Beware! Beware!
Beware when soft eyes smile!
That traitor, Love, has many a wile.

He held no golden store,
He rode no gallant roan,
The only gift he bore
Was Love, and Love alone!
Never a farm or field had he,
Wealth and name to make!
Yet hand in hand, o'er land and sea,
He led her for Love's sweet sake!
Beware! Beware!
Beware when soft eyes smile!
That traitor, Love, has many a wile.