Old woman clothed in Gray/Nobody Coming to Marry Me

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NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME

Last night the dogs did bark,
⁠And I prep't out to tee,
Whea I saw a lively young spark,
⁠But he was not looking for me.
⁠And it's oh dear what shall become of me?
⁠Oh dear! what shall I do?
⁠Nobody coming to marry me
⁠Nobody coming to woo.

My father's a hedger and ditcher
⁠My mother does nothing but spin
And I am a pretty young girl,
⁠But the money comes slowly in.
⁠And it's oh dear, &c.

They says I am beauteous and fair;
⁠They say I am scornful and bold;
Alas! I must now despair,
⁠For oh! I am grown very old.
⁠And it's oh dear, &c.

But now I must die an old maid,
⁠Oh dear hew shocking the thought,
And all my beauty must fade,
⁠For I'm sure it's no my own fault.
⁠And it's oh dear &c.

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I WOULD IF I WAS NOT SO YOUNG.

⟨In⟩ my holiday gown, and my new fashion’d hat,
⁠last monday I went to the fair,
⟨I⟩ held up my head, and I'll tell you for what,
⁠young Roger I guess'd would be there:
He woo’s me to marry, whenever we meet'
⁠there's honey sure dwells on his tongue,