Ewe-boughts Marion (1)/Nobody coming to marry me
NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME.
Last night the dogs did bark,
I went to the gates to see
When every lass had her spark,
but nobody comes to me.
And its O dear what shall become of me!
O dear what shall I do!
Nobody coming to marry me,
nobody coming to woo.
Last time that I went to my prayers,
I pray’d for half a day,
Come cripple, come lame, come blind,
come somebody, take me away.
For its O dear, &c.
My father's a hedger and ditcher,
my mother does nothing but spin,
And I am a handsome young girl,
but the money comes slowly in,
For its O dear, &c.
They say I am beautious and fair,
they say I am scornful and proud;
Alas! I must now despair,
for ah! I am grown very old.
For its O dear, &c.
And now I must die an old maid,
O dear, how shocking a thought!
And all my beauty must fade,
but I'm sure it is not my own fault.
For its O dear &c.