Lyrics:

I was told by my Aunt
I was told by my mother
That going to a wedding
Is the makings of another
Well if this be so
Then I'll go without a bidding
O kind Providence
Won't you send me to a wedding

Chorus:
And it's Oh dear me
How will it be,
If I die an old maid
in a garret

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
She's a son and a daughter
Here am I, forty-four
and I've never had an offer

Chorus

I can cook and I can sew
I can keep a house right tidy
Rise up in the morning
And get the breakfast ready
There's nothing in this wide world
That makes my heart so cheery
As a wee fat man
to call me his own deary

Chorus

So come landsman or come townsman
Come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler, come dancer
Come ploughman or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man,
Come fool or come witty
Come any man at all
Won't you marry out of pity?

Chorus

They say that the women are
worse than the men
They go down to Hell
and they're thrown out again.