Since the last posting I have acquired an earlier sheet music version.
NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME, Ballad, sung by Miss Tyrer at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden. arranged for the Pianoforte or harp, London, printed & sold by Preston at his Wholesale Warehouse 97 Strand.
Music is in Bb and time sig is 6/8. Date I would guess at c1810

When I was a smart young girl
Of fifteen or sixteen years old
Oh then I had plenty of suitors
But now there(sic) grown wonderous (sic) cold.
    Oh what will become of me
    Oh what shall I do
    Nobody coming to marry me
    Nobody coming to woo
    Nobody coming to woo.
My father's a hedger and ditcher
My mother does nothing but spin
I once was a pretty young Maid
But the money comes slowly in.

Last night when the Dogs did bark
I went to the door to see
And every Lass had a spark
But no one came to me.

Oh dear how shocking the thought
that all my beauty must fade
I am sure it is not my fault
That I must die an old Maid.

I was in the BL earlier this week and I'm sure I noted an 18thc version. I'll check when I'm typing them up.

Of course the second verse has extra interest because of its bawdy connection. 'My god how the money rolls in'. There is also a similar verse in 'Dick Darby (Old Hewson) the Cobbler.

I have a hunch it's much older than even the late 18thc, possibly of the same era as Gossip Joan, late 17th.