Ewe-boughts Marion (1)/Nobody coming to marry me

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NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME.

Last night the dogs did bark,
⁠I went to the gates to see
When every lass had her spark,
⁠but nobody comes to me.

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

Last time that I went to my prayers,
⁠I pray’d for half a day,
Come cripple, come lame, come blind,
⁠come somebody, take me away.
⁠For its O dear, &c.

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,
⁠For its O dear, &c.

They say I am beautious and fair,
⁠they say I am scornful and proud;
Alas! I must now despair,
⁠for ah! I am grown very old.
⁠For its O dear, &c.

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 &c.