Maid In a Garrett - Rose & Thistle

Maid In a Garrett Lyrics

I have often heard it said from me father and me mother
That goin' to a weddin' was the makin' of another
Well, if this be so then I'll go without a biddance
Oh, kind providence, won't you send me to a weddin'?
For it's oh, dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garrett?
Now there's my sister Jean
She's not handsome or good-lookin'
Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courtin'
Now, she's twenty four with a son and a daughter
Here am I at forty five and I've never had an offer
For it's oh, dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garrett?
I can cook and I can sew, I can keep a house right tidy

Rise up in the mornin' to get the breakfast ready
There's nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery
As a wee, fat man who would call me his own deary
For it's oh, dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garrett?
Oh come landsman or come kingsman, 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 who would marry me for pity
For it's oh, dear me, how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garrett?
Oh, well, I'm on the way home, for there's nobody's heedin'
There's nobody's heedin' to poor old Annie's pleadin'
So, I'm on the way home to my own wee bit garret
If I can't get a man, then I'll surely get a parrot
For it's oh, dear me, how will it be
If I died an old maid in the garrett?
For it's oh, dear me, how will it be
If I died an old maid in the garrett?
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Lyrics submitted by Jessica Lane.