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Well, I've often heard it said by me father and me mother,
That going to a wedding was the making of another;
If that be so, then I'll go without a bidding,
It's kind providence to have me to a wedding.
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in the garret?
Well, I can cook and I can sew, I can keep the house right tidy,
Get up in the morning, get the breakfast ready;
Nothing in this wide world that makes me half as cheery,
As a wee fat man to call me his own dearie.
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in the garret?
Well now, there's me sister Jean, she's not handsome or good looking,
Scarcely sixteen and a fellow she was courtin';
Now she's twenty-four, she's a son and a daughter,
Here am I, forty-five, I haven't had an offer.
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in the garret?
Well, come tinker or come tailor, come dancer, or come sailor,
Come fiddler, come ploughboy, come darling or come tailor;
Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty,
Come any man at all, who'd marry me for pity.
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in the garret?
Well now, I'm on me way home, there's nobody heedin',
Nobody heedin' to poor Annie's pleadin';
I'm on me way home to me own wee bit garret,
If I can't have a man, I'll have to do with puddy.
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in the garret?
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in the garret?
