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
Make a spouse in your pocket, and let the men
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.
But now father's gone, and I feel growing old,
And I'm lonely and poor in this house on the
And my sweetheart that was found a partner
And nobody flings me a thought or a care.