Never love a simple lad,
 Guard against a wise,
Shun a timid youth and sad,
 Hide from haunted eyes.

Never hold your heart in pain
 For an evil-doer;
Never flip it down the lane
 To a gifted wooer.

Never love a loving son,
 Nor a sheep astray;
Gather up your skirts and run
 From a tender way.

Never give away a tear,
 Never toss a pine;
Should you heed my words, my dear,
 You're no blood of mine!