Steeleye Span - Old Maid In The Garrett - Tam Lin lyrics

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 Chorus I can cook and I can sew I can keep a house right tidy Rise up in the morning And get the breakfast ready There's nothing in this wide world That makes my heart so cheery As a wee fat man to call me his own deary Chorus So come landsman or come townsman Come tinker or come tailor Come fiddler, come dancer Come ploughman or come sailor Come rich man, come poor man, Come fool or come witty Come any man at all Won't you marry out of pity? Chorus They say that the women are worse than the men They go down to Hell and they're thrown out again.