Old Maid in the Garrett/Tam Lin Steeleye Span

Traditional

I was told by my Aunt
I was told by my mother
That going to a wedding
Is the makings of another
Well if this be so
Then I'll go without a bidding
O kind Providence
Won't you send me to a wedding

Chorus:
And it's Oh dear me
How will it be
If I die an old maid
In a garret

Now there's my sister Jean
She's not handsome or good looking
Scarcely sixteen
And a fella she was courting
Now she's twenty-four
She's a son and a daughter
Here am I, forty-four
And I've never had an offer