She's fair an' fause/Nobody coming to marry me

Nobody coming to marry me.

Last night the dogs did bark,
I went to the gate to see.
There every lass had her spark,
But nobody coming for me.
chorus.
And its oh! dear what shall because of me?
oh! dear what shall I do,
Nobody coming to marry me,
nobody coming to woo.

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.
They say I am beauteous and fair,
they say I am scornful and proud,
But alas! I must now despair,
for ah! I am grown very old.

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 what shall become of me?
O dear what shall I do?
Nobody coming to marry me,
nobody coming to woo.