Poor Old Maids.
Fourscore and four of us, poor old maids,
What will become of us, poor old maids?
Fourscore and four of us,
Without a penny in our purse,
What the deuce then can be worse, poor old maids?
Dress’d in yellow, pink, and blue, poor old maids,
Dress’d in yellow, pink, and blue, poor old maids,
Dress’d in yellow, pink, and blue,
Nursing cats is all we do,
Nursing cats is all we do, poor old maids.
All alone we go to bed, poor old maids,
All alone we go to bed, poor old maids,
All alone we go to bed,
And not a word to us is said,
And not a word to us is said, poor old maids.
We’re all in a willing mind, poor old maids,
We’re all in a willing mind, poor old maids,
We’re all in a willing mind,
If the men would be so kind,
As to wed the lame and blind, poor old maids.
And if there’s any in this room, poor old maids,
And if there’s any in this room, poor old maids,
And if there’s any in this room,
I hope they’ll marry very soon,
And enjoy life’s honeymoon, poor old maids.