Lyrics:
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Old Maid's Song
I had a sister Sally, shes younger than I am
She had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them,
But as for sister Sarah, you know she hasn't any
And if you know her heart, she'd be thankful for any
Chorus:
Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailor
A fiddler or a dancer, a ploughboy or a sailor
A rich man, a poor man, a fool, or a witty
Don't let her die an old maid, come and take her out of pity
I had a sister Susan, she was ugly and misshapen.
Before she was sixteen years old, she was taken.
By the time she was eighteen, she'd a son and a daughter.
Sarah's almost twenty-nine and she's never had an offer.
She never would be scolding, she never would be jealous.
Her husband would have money to go down to the alehouse.
While he'd be there a spending, she'd be home a saving.
Now I leave it up to you now, boys, if she is not worth having.
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