The Young Man's Warning - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE YOUNG MAN'S WARNING 
I boldly stepped up to the door, A fair young Miss came over the floor, Saying, who is it at my door? Who is at my door? 
It rains, it hails, it snows, it blows, And I am wet through all my clothes; I pray you please to open the door, Please to open the door. 
Oh, no, kind sir, that cannot be, There's no one in the house but me; I bid you begone from my door, Begone from my door. 
I turned about my way to go, A little compassion she then did show, And she called me back again, She called me back again. 
That night was spent in sweet content, And the very next day to church we went, And I made her my lawful bride, I made her my lawful bride. 
Now all young men wherever you be, 'Tis not every pretty girl that you see That will call you back again, Will call you back again.