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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.
The Legacy.
See the Ship in the bay is riding!
Dearest Helen, I go from thee,
Boldly go, in thy love confiding,
O’er the deep and the trackless Sea,
When thy dear form no more is near me,
When thy sweet smile no longer I see,
This soothing thought shall at midnight chear me,
My Love is breathing a prayer for me.
