Old Maid in the Garret
Old Maid in the Garret – Irish Song
Old Maid in the Garret Lyrics
I have often heard it said from me father and me mother,
That going to a wedding was the making of another.
Well if this be so, then I’ll go without a bidding,
Oh kind providence won’t you send me to a wedding.
For it’s 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 looking’
Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courting’,
Now she’s twenty four with a son and a daughter,
here am I forty-five, and I’ve never had an offer.
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 man who would call me his own dearie.
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 me for pity
Oh I’m away home for there’s nobody heeding’,
There’s nobody heeding’ for poor Annie’s pleading’,
And I’m away home to me own wee bit garret,
If I can’t get a man than I’ll surely get a parrot Chorous