Oh, no, 'tis quite another cause—
I'm not appreciated;
I've popped the question o'er and o'er,
But if you will believe me,
There wasn't one of all of them
That I could get to have me.
And that is why I'm left alone,
Now love's young dream is gone,
To darn my hose and mend my clo'es
And sew my buttons on."