Old Maid in the Garret

Melody -

1. Now I've often heard it said
From me father and me mother
That the going tae a wedding
Is the making of another
Well, if this be true,
I will go without a biddin'
Oh kind providence,
Won't you send me tae a wedding.


And its oh dear me, how would it be,
If I die an old maid in a garret.

2. Well, there's my sister Jean,
She's not handsome or good looking
Scarcely sixteen
and a fella she was courting
Now at twenty-four
With a son and a daughter
Here am I at forty-five
And I've never had an offer.
  3. I can cook and I can sew
And I can keep the house right tidy
Rise up in the morning
And get the breakfast ready
There's nothing in this whole world
Would make me half so cheery
As a wee fat man
To call me his own deary.

4. So come landsman or come pinsman,
Come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler or come dancer,
Come ploughboy or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man,
Come fool or come witty
Come any man at all
That will marry me for pity.

6. Well now I'm away home
For nobody's heeding
Nobody's heeding
And nobody's pleading
I'll go away
To my own bitty garret
If I can't get a man,
Then I'll have to get a parrot.

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