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Last night the dogs did bark,

I went to the gate to see.

When every lass has got a spark,

Will nobody come for me?

And it's O dear! what will become of me?

O dear! what shall I do?

Nobody coming to marry me?

Nobody coming to woo?

My father's a hedger and ditcher,

My mother does nothing but spin,

And I am a pretty young lassie,

Yet slowly the money comes in.

And it's O dear! etc.

They say that I'm comely and fair,

They say that I'm scornful and proud.

Alas! I must surely despair,

For alack! I am getting quite ou'd.

And it's O dear! etc.

And now I must die an old maid.

O dear! how shocking's the thought.

And alas! all my beauty must fade,

But I'm sure it is none of my fau't.

And it's O dear! etc.