When a maiden is wooed by a man,
His advances she frequently spurns.
In her anger one day
She may send him away,
then she's anxious until he returns,
until he returns.
She provokes him as much as she can,
But she likes him to still persevere.
Oh, it's very remiss,
And the danger is this,
She may do it too often, I fear.
She may do it too often, I fear.
Once too often!
Time after time
Doubtless his heart will soften,
But the day may arrive
when she finds out, alack!
That her lover will leave her
and never come back;
She's refused him just once too often.
Then that maiden will sit there and sigh,
For the lesson is bitter indeed.
Now she's quite wide awake
She can see her mistake,
And for pardon she's longing to plead,
she's longing to plead.
She has let all her chances pass by,
And the moral may clearly be seen.
For whoever you are,
It is better by far
If you always will say what you mean,
If you always will say what you mean.
Once too often!
Time after time
Doubtless his heart will soften,
But the day may arrive
when she finds out, alack!
That her lover will leave her
and never come back;
She's refused him just once too often,
once too often.
