I met a person recently on a train, it was going southnI very shyly tried to speak to her but the words, they stuck in my mouthn“Come here,” she said to me, in a voice I could hardly seen“Pray, tell me what is it with you? Why are you looking there at me?”nnI spoke to her without thinking, I said, “I love you, I do believe!”nShe slapped my face with both her hands and asked me if I would leavenI screamed, “Oh no, I didn't mean that, but then again, yes, I think I did!”nShe said, “Ok, Tom, come over here,” and she opened up the lid nnOf the suitcase that she was carrying underneath her armnFrom which she took two little bottles, I knew I'd come to harmnShe made me drink the liquid and my head began to reelnI soon found myself upon the floor, I could not see or could not feelnnWhen I came to, the train I was in, it had made its final stopnAnd as I opened up my eyes, there before me was a copnHe said that I was drunk and without money, pride and ticket toonThen they ran me down the County Jail, oh, what else could they do?nnI tried to explain about the lady who was with me on the trainnBut they all stood round and looked at me like I was insanenI begged for mercy and forgiveness and for a cigarette toonBut they gave me six months hard labour, oh, what else could they do?nnWhile in jail, I met an old cowboy, who said he liked me finenHe made me steal a horse for him and I got extra timenWell, the moral of this story, I expect you all can seenIf you must fall in love, then take your time, don't do itnIf you must fall in love, then take your time, don't do itnIf you must fall in love, then take your time, don't do itnToo easily