From Ashburner's New Vocal and Poetic Repository (Ulverston: George Ashburner, 1807), page 21: NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME. 1. Last night the dogs did bark. I went to the gate to see, When every lass had her spark, But nobody coming to me. CHORUS: And it's oh dear, what will become of me? Oh dear, what shall I do? Nobody coming to marry me, Nobody coming to woo. 2. My father's a hedger and ditcher. My mother does nothing but spin, And I'm a pretty young girl, But the money comes slowly in. 3. They say I'm beauteous and fair. They say I'm scornful and proud. Alas! I must now despair, For, ah, I am growing very old. 4. And now I must die an old maid. Oh, dear, how shocking the thought! And all my beauty must fade, But I'm sure it is not my fault.
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