The Masterless Men
The Masterless Men - Old Maid In The Garrett lyrics
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Now I've often heard it said from me father and me mother That the going tae a wedding is the making of another Well, if this be true, I will go without a biddin O kind providence, won't you send me tae a wedding And its O dear me, how would it be, if I die an old maid in a garret Well, there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good looking Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courting Now at twenty-four with a son and a daughter Here am I at forty-five and I've never had an offer I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready There's nothing in this whole world would make me half so cheery As a wee fat man to call me his own deary So come landsman or come pinsman, come tinker or come tailor Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty Come any man at all that will marry me for pity Well now I'm away home for nobody's heeding Nobody's heeding and nobody's pleading I'll go away to my own bitty garret If I can't get a man, then I'll have to get a parrot