My father's a hedger and ditcher
My mother does nothing but spin
They say I'm a pretty young girl
But the money comes slowly in

Oh dear, what shall become of me
Oh dear, what shall I do
There's nobody coming to marry me
Nobody coming to woo

The doggie began to bark
And I looked out to see
I saw two young men out a-hunting
But nobody's hunting for me

Oh dear, what shall become of me
Oh dear, what shall I do
There's nobody coming to marry me
Nobody coming to woo

Oh, must I die an old maid
Oh dear, how shocking the thought
There's nobody coming to marry me
Surely it's not me own fault

My father's a hеdger and ditcher
My mother doеs nothing but spin
They say I'm a pretty young girl
But the money comes slowly in
Oh dear, what shall become of me
Oh dear, what shall I do
There's nobody coming to marry me
Nobody coming to woo