Will Nobody Marry Me?

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <p id="id00508" style="margin-top: 5em">Will Nobody Marry Me?</p> <p id="id00509" style="margin-top: 4em">Heigh-ho! for a husband!—Heigh-ho!<br/> There's danger in longer delay!<br/> Shall I never again have a beau?<br/> Will nobody marry me, pray!<br/> I begin to feel strange, I declare!<br/> With beauty my prospects will fade—<br/> I'd give myself up to despair<br/> If I thought I should die an old maid!<br/></p> <p id="id00510">I once cut the beaux in a huff—<br/> I thought it a sin and a shame<br/> That no one had spirit enough<br/> To ask me to alter my name.<br/> So I turned up my nose at the short,<br/> And cast down my eyes at the tall;<br/> But then I just did it in sport—<br/> And now I've no lover at all!<br/></p> <p id="id00511">These men are the plague of my life:<br/> 'Tis hard from so many to choose!<br/> Should any one wish for a wife,<br/> Could I have the heart to refuse?<br/> I don't know—for none have proposed—<br/> Oh, dear me!—I'm frightened, I vow!<br/> Good gracious! who ever supposed<br/> That I should be single till now?<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />