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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,
And I'm a pretty young girl,
But the money comes slowly in.
Oh dear, &c.
My mother does nothing but spin,
And I'm a pretty young girl,
But the money comes slowly in.
Oh dear, &c.
They say I am beauteous and fair,
They say I am scornful and bold,
Alas! I must now despair,
For ah! I am grown, very old.
Oh! dear, &c.
They say I am scornful and bold,
Alas! I must now despair,
For ah! I am grown, very old.
Oh! dear, &c.
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's not my fault.
Oh! dear, &c.
Oh dear, how shocking the thought!
And all my beauty must fade,
But I'm sure it's not my fault.
Oh! dear, &c.
ROSLIN CASTLE.
'Twas in that season of the year,
When all things gay and sweet appear,
That Colin, with the morning ray,
Arose and sung his rural lay.
Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung,
When all things gay and sweet appear,
That Colin, with the morning ray,
Arose and sung his rural lay.
Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung,
