Nobody cometh to woo

On Martinmas Eve the dogs did bark
& I opened the window to see
When every maiden went by with her spark
But ne'er a one came to me
& oh dear what will become of me
& oh dear what shall I do
When nobody whispers to marry me
Nobody cometh to woo

Nones born for such troubles as I be
If the sun wakens first in the morn 
‘Lazy hussy’ my parents both call me
& I must abide by their scorn
For nobody cometh to marry me
Nobody cometh to woo

So here in distress must I tarry me
What can a poor maiden do

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