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?