Old Maid in the Garret Songtext

von The Jolly Beggarmen

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 it's o dear me how would it be
If I die an old maid in the garret
Well there's my sister Jean she's not handsome or good looking
Scarcely 16 and a fella she was courting
Now at 24 with a son and a daughter
Here I am at 45 and I've never had an offer
I can cook and I can sew and I 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