Nobody Coming to Marry Me

Last night the dogs did bark,
And I peep?d out to see,
When I saw a lively young spark,
But he was not looking for me.

And it?s, oh dear ! what will be come of me?
Oh dear ! what she I do?
Nobody coming to marry me,
Nobody coming to woo.

My father?s a hedger and ditcher,
My mother does nothing but spin,
And I am a pretty young girl.
But the money comes slowly in.
And it?s, oh dear, &c.

They say I am beauteous and fair;
They say I am scornful and bold;
Alas! I must now despair,
For ha! I?m grown very old.
And it?s, oh dear, &c.

And now I must die on old maid,
Oh dear ! how shocking the sight!
And all my beauty must fade,
But I?m sure it?s not my own fault.
And it?s, oh dear, &c.

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