Will Nobody Marry Me?

Heigh-ho! for a husband!--Heigh-ho! There's danger in longer delay! Shall I never again have a beau? Will nobody marry me, pray! I begin to feel strange, I declare! With beauty my prospects will fade-- I'd give myself up to despair If I thought I should die an old maid! I once cut the beaux in a huff-- I thought it a sin and a shame That no one had spirit enough To ask me to alter my name. So I turned up my nose at the short, And cast down my eyes at the tall; But then I just did it in sport-- And now I've no lover at all! These men are the plague of my life: 'Tis hard from so many to choose! Should any one wish for a wife, Could I have the heart to refuse? I don't know--for none have proposed-- Oh, dear me!--I'm frightened, I vow! Good gracious! who ever supposed That I should be single till now?