Pretty little blonde you did ever see
Smart and true and smiles for me
Is this the one or do I flee
over the hills and never to be
Lost in the eye of my blindness
Scared and weary in time of kindness
yes I am scared of her fineness
is it to be or do I confess
never again my heart torn from me
Travel alone it is safer you see
deny my heart not broken again
leave me alone and have no pain