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T:The Old Maid in her Garret
Z:Jack Campin: "Embro, Embro", transcription (c) 2001
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T:Old Maid in the Garret
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w:Now I've of-ten heard it said, from me fa-ther and me 
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w:mo-ther, that the go-ing tae a wed-ding is the ma-king of a-
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w:no-ther. Well, if this be true, I will go with-out a- 
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w:bid-din'. Oh_ kind pro-vi-dence, won't you send me tae a 
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w: wed-ding, And it's; Oh, dear me, how would it 
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w:be,  if I die an old maid in a gar-ret?_
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W:Old Maid In A Garret
W:
W:Now I've often heard it said, from me father and me mother,
W:That the going tae a wedding is the making of another.
W:Well, if this be true, I will go without a biddin'.
W:Oh kind providence, won't you send me tae a wedding?
W:
W:  And it's; Oh, dear me, how would it be,
W:  if I die an old maid in a garret?
W:
W:Well, there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good looking.
W:Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courting.
W:Now at twenty-four, with a son and a daughter;
W:Here am I at forty-five and I've never had an offer.
W:
W:I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy.
W:Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready.
W:There's nothing in this whole world would make me half so cheery,
W:As a wee fat man to call me his own deary.
W:
W:So come landsman or come pinsman, come tinker or come tailor,
W:Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor.
W:Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty,
W:Come any man at all that will marry me for pity.
W:
W:Well now, I'm away home for nobody's heeding;
W:Nobody's heeding and nobody's pleading.
W:I'll go away to my own bitty garret,
W:If I can't get a man, then I'll have to get a parrot.








