The Melodist/Nobody Coming to Woo
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Nobody Coming to Woo.
Last night the dogs did bark,I went to the gate to see.When every lass had her spark,But nobody comes to me.
And it's oh! dear what will become of me!Oh! dear what shall I do!Nobody comes to marry me,Nobody coming to woo.
My father’s an hedger and ditcher,My mother does nothing but spin.And I’m a pretty young girl,But the money comes slowly in.And it’s Oh! dear, &c.
They say I’m beaut’ous and fair,They say I’m scornful and proud,Alas! I must now despair,For ah! I’m grown very old.And it’s 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.And it’s Oh ! dear, &c.