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I have often heard it said from me father and me mother
That going' to a weddin' is the makings of another
Well, if this be so, then I'll go without a biddin'
Oh, it's kind providence, won't you send me to a wedding

And its oh dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garret

Oh now, there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good lookin'
Scarcely sixteen and a feller she was courtin'
And now she's twenty-four with a son and a daughter
Here am I at forty-five and I've never had an offer

And its oh dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garret

I can cook and I can sew, I can keep the house right tidy
Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready
But there's nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery
As a wee fat mannie who would call me his own dearie

And its oh dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garret

Oh, come landsman or come kinsman, 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 would marry me for pity

And its oh dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garret

Oh, well I'll away home for there's nobody's heedin'
There's nobody heedin' to poor Annie's pleadin'
And I'll go away home to my wee bit garret
If I can't get a man, then I'll surely get a parrot

And its oh dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garret

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