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.