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      Last night the dogs did bark,

       I went to the gate to see.

       When every lass has got a spark,

       Will nobody come for me?

       And it's O dear! what will become of me?

       O dear! what shall I do?

       Nobody coming to marry me?

       Nobody coming to woo?

       My father's a hedger and ditcher,

       My mother does nothing but spin,

       And I am a pretty young lassie,

       Yet slowly the money comes in.

       And it's O dear! etc.

       They say that I'm comely and fair,

       They say that I'm scornful and proud.

       Alas! I must surely despair,

       For alack! I am getting quite ou'd.

       And it's O dear! etc.

       And now I must die an old maid.

       O dear! how shocking's the thought.

       And alas! all my beauty must fade,

       But I'm sure it is none of my fau't.

       And it's O dear! etc.