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.