The Hedger and Ditcher

My father's a hedger and ditcher My mother does nothing but spin They say I'm a pretty young girl But the money comes slowly in Oh dear, what shall become of me Oh dear, what shall I do There's nobody coming to marry me Nobody coming to woo The doggie began to bark And I looked out to see I saw two young men out a-hunting But nobody's hunting for me Oh, must I die an old maid Oh dear, how shocking the thought There's nobody coming to marry me Surely it's not me own fault My father's a hedger and ditcher My mother does nothing but spin They say I'm a pretty young girl But the money comes slowly in