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THE ORPHANED OLD MAID
I wanted to marry, but father said, “No—
'Tis weakness in women to give themselves so;
If you care for your freedom you'll listen to me,
Make a spouse in your pocket, and let the men be.”
'Tis weakness in women to give themselves so;
If you care for your freedom you'll listen to me,
Make a spouse in your pocket, and let the men be.”
I spake on't again and again: father cried,
“Why—if you go husbanding, where shall I bide?
For never a home's for me elsewhere than here!”
And I yielded; for father had ever been dear.
“Why—if you go husbanding, where shall I bide?
For never a home's for me elsewhere than here!”
And I yielded; for father had ever been dear.
But now father's gone, and I feel growing old,
And I'm lonely and poor in this house on the wold,
And my sweetheart that was found a partner elsewhere,
And nobody flings me a thought or a care.
And I'm lonely and poor in this house on the wold,
And my sweetheart that was found a partner elsewhere,
And nobody flings me a thought or a care.
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