When you see a pretty maiden who's just turned seventeen
You think you'd like to win her for your wife
Don't start the game by saying she's the sweetest thing you've seen
A young girl's heart's the strangest thing in life
Do not let her think that you are sure to offer her your hand
She'll like you better if you're out of reach.
No matter how you love her, give the girl to understand
She's not the only pebble on the beach.

Chorus: She's not the only pebble on the beach
That is the sort of lesson you must teach
If you want to win her hand, let the maiden understand
That she's not the only pebble on the beach.

While on board a crowded horse-car, on a warm and sultry day
I saw a maiden overcome with heat
She stood there fifteen minutes, while a man not far away
Was occupying twice his share of seat
As she gazed at him, with injured look, she said, in accents low
'Look here, my man a moral I will teach,
Though you have paid your nickel, there are others don't you know
You're not the only pebble on the beach.'

Chorus: 'You're not the only pebble on the beach
For there are others,' said the little peach
'You don't own the car, you know
Give a little girl a show
You are not the only pebble on the beach.'

I live opposite a maiden, and I know her steady beau
He tells me she loves no one but him
He buys her all her dresses and her jewels, don't you know
In fact he gratifies her every whim
He is sure to call on Sunday... through the week he's on the road
I really think he loves the little peach
If he could see the rush on Monday nights, I think he'd know
He's not the only pebble on the beach.

Chorus: He's not the only pebble on the beach
She has a hundred more within her reach
It's because he has the dough that she says she loves him so
But he's not the only pebble on the beach.

I was listening to a talk between two men, the other day
The conversation ran on married life
And I was interested as I heard one of them say
He thought that every man should have a wife
For he said, 'My friend, I'm married, and as happy as can be
But don't let it go farther I beseech
I haven't seen my darling wife for years, 'twixt you and me
And there are others like me on the beach.'

Chorus: There are lots of others on the beach
And you can take advice from what I preach
When on married life you start, take a tip and live apart
There are lots of other pebbles on the beach.
Written and composed by Harry Braisted & Stanley Carter - 1896
Performed by Lottie Gilson (1869-1912)
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