Vicar of Bray/Nobody Coming to Marry Me

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 haif a day,
Come crippJe, 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 beauteous and fair,
⁠they say I am scornful and proud;
Alas! must now despair,
⁠for now 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.

FINIS.