Story Behind the Song
The song pretty much tells the story, although none of us are single any longer!
Lyrics
I have often heard it said from my father and my mother
That going to a wedding was the making of another.
Well, if this be so, then I'll go without a bidding,
Oh it's 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 a garret?
Oh now there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good-looking
Scarcely sixteen, and a fella she was courting;
Now she's twenty-four with a son and a daughter,
Here am I, much too old, and I've never had an offer.
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in a garret?
I can cook and I can sew, I can keep the house right tidy,
Rise up in the morning and get 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 it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in a garret?
Oh come landsman or come kinsman, come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughman or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty,
Come any man at all who would marry us for pity.
And it's oh, dear me, how will it be, if I die an old maid in a garret?
Well, I'm away home, for there's nobody heeding,
Nobody heeding to poor Allie's pleading.
I'm away home to me own wee bit garret,
If I cannot find 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 a garret?
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