American Old Time Song Lyrics: 31 Poor Old Maid
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 31
POOR OLD MAID.
Here I am all in muss, poor old maid;
Leap year fills me with disgust, poor old maid;
I have popped the question to two and twenty just;
But men are getting wuser and wus,
For I have never been squeezed, and that's the wus,
Poor old maid.
Dressed In yellow, pink and blue. poor old maid;
I am fresh and fair as the morning dew, poor old maid;
Dressed in yellow, pink and blue.
Oh dear, oh, dear, what shall I do?
To a husband I would stick like glue,
Poor old maid
I am going to dye, I am getting gray, poor old maid;
From living single I am almost dead, poor old maid;
No tender word to me is said
When I pat my nightcap on my head.
But all alone. I go to bed,
Poor old maid.
I wish some dude would marry me, poor old maid;
For I get the shake repeatedly, poor old maid;
I'm sure I will never married be.
For while spring chickens are so free.
The boys won't tackle an old maid like me,
Poor old maid.