Now I've often heard it said from me father and me mother That the going tae a wedding is the making of another Well if this be true I will go without a biddin O kind providence won't you send me tae a wedding And it's o dear me how would it be If I die an old maid in the garret Well there's my sister Jean she's not handsome or good looking Scarcely 16 and a fella she was courting Now at 24 with a son and a daughter Here I am at 45 and I've never had an offer I can cook and I can sew and I keep the house right tidy Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready There's nothing in this whole world would make me half so cheery. As a wee fat man to call me his own deary So come landsman or come pinsman 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 will marry me for pity Well now I'm away home for nobody's heeding Nobody's heeding and nobody's pleading I'll go away to my own bitty garret If I can't get a man then I'll have to get a parrot