More Than You Can Chew

Perhaps the best known Irish March, The March of the King of Laois, forms
 the basic melodic structure of this song - a warning to Maeve from
 Cu Chulainn.
 People say you're dressed to kill.
 You're not a girl to come on slow.
 Once you get the bit between your teeth
 You don't feel like letting go.
 But before you hit off
 Let me say you've bit off
 More than you can chew.
 I recall just how you laughed,
 And you tried to make a fool of me.
 How you thought you could get away
 Without me knowing is hard to see.
 Though things may look doubtful,
 You've got yourself a mouthful
 More than you can chew.
 You can give me back my pride
 And I will trade you all that's due.
 Cos like a spider I'm creeping back
 Gonna spin my web all over you.
 And if you take it in haste
 You're gonna waste
 Aah you can't taste
 More than you can chew.