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?