NICE YOUNG MAIDENS
They say that I'm comely and fair,
They say that I'm scornful and proud.
Alas! I must surely despair,
For alack! I am getting quite ou'd.
And it's O dear! etc.
And now I must die an old maid.
O dear! how shocking's the thought.
And alas! all my beauty must fade,
But I'm sure it is none of my fau't.
And it's O dear! etc.
XIII. NICE YOUNG MAIDENS
Here's a pretty set of us,
Nice young maidens,
Here's a pretty set of us,
Nice young maidens.
Here's a pretty set of us,
All for husbands at a loss,
But we cannot tarry thus,
Nice young maidens,
Nice young maidens.
Now I'll give you good advice,
Nice young maidens,
Now I'll give you good advice,
If you won't be over nice,
You'll get husbands in a trice,
Nice young maidens.
