Old Maid In a GarrettI was told by my mother That going to a weddin' Is the makings of another. And if this be so then I'll go without a biddin', Oh kind providence Won't you send me to a weddin' Chorus And it's Oh Dear Me! How will it be, If I die an Old Maid in the Garret? Now there's my sister Jean, She's not handsome or good-lookin' Scarcely sixteen And a fella she was courtin' Now she's twenty-four With a son and a daughter, Here am I at forty-four* And I've never had an offer! Chorus I can cook and I can sew, I can keep the house right tidy, Rise up in the morning And get the breakfast ready, There's nothing in this wide world That makes my heart so cheery As a wee fat man to call me His own dearie! Chorus So come landsman, come townsman, Come tinker or come tailor, Come fiddler, come dancer, Come ploughboy or come sailor, Come rich man, come poor man, Come fool or come witty, Come any man at all! Won't you marry me for pity? Chorus *The age varies with the singer. |