Old Maid in the Garrett

Now I've often heard it say from me father and me mother
That going to a wedding is the makings of another
Well if this be so then I'll go without a pity
Oh, kind Providence won't you send me to a wedding

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

Well now there's my sister Jean she's not handsome or good looking
Scarcely sixteen and a fellow she was courting
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 it's 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
And rise up in the morning to get the breakfast ready
There's nothing in this wise world that would make me half so cheery
As a wee fat man who would call me his own dearey

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

So 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 it's oh dear me how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garret

Well now I'll away home for nobody's heeding
Nobody's heeding to poor Annie's pleading
And I'll away home to my own wee bit garret
If I cannot get a man then I'll surely get a parrot

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