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 8 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 beauteous and fair, they say I am scornful and proud: Alas! I 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.