She is as beautiful as sin
Many have tried to win
Her hand by impressing her kin

Up comes a young man
Driving along in a van
Bringing up with him a large whiskey can

She is as beautiful as sin
With a dimple on her chin
Stood up there with a pin

Moon pales by her side
The gales go away from her wide
And from her, mothers have their children hide

She is as beautiful as sin
Hides herself in a tin
Runs away from her home drinking a gin

She tempts me
With her beauty, see
I am now at her knee