If a daughter you have, she's the plague of your life,
No peace shall you know tho' you've buried your Wife!
At twenty she mocks at the duty you've taught her
O! what a plague is an obstinate Daughter.
Fighting and whining, dying and pining.
O! what a plague is an obstinate Daughter.

Music bridge

When scarce in their Teens, they have wit to perplex us.
With letters and lovers, forever they vex us,
While each still rejects the fair suitor you've brought her,
O! what a plague is an obstinate Daughter.
Jangling and wrangling, flouting and pouting.
O! what a plague is an obstinate Daughter.