I fell in love with a Persian girl
She had darkened and almond shaped eyes
But I never shall tell her my love for her
For by her own hand she has died
She was a fair and eccentric miss
She sang and danced so well
But all of her talents were swept away
When on that grave day, she fell
On April 3rd in the year of '18
She met her untimely fate
With her Smith and Weston in her lily white hand
She entered the censor's gate
Humbly, silently, gracefully then
She raised her pistol up so
With her three well placed shots, she had taken revenge
In the city of San Francisco
Determined and stalwart she chambered around
Satisfied with her revenge
And with a faint smile, she did take her own life
And her time here had come to an end
I love you still, my dear Persian girl
I pine for you beyond the grave
And on every April 3rd, upon your tomb
A red rose for you, I shall lay