A comic ballad from 1857
words and music by Septimus Winner
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Fred Feild:
- My sister and I were as fond of the beaux
As anyone under the sun
But she had her lover as every one knows
Yet really I never had one
I looked with a covetous bosom on Kate
For I envied her fortune and bliss
And I said to myself
Oh, how drear is my fate
With no one to love or to kiss, to kiss
With no one to love or to kiss
- His visits were frequent by night and by day
And gifts only think! what a store
No shower or tempest could keep him away
Or silence his knock at the door
He never would smile half as kindly on me
For he called her his beautiful Miss
And I once heard him say
Ah! how lone he would be
With no one to love or to kiss, to kiss
With no one to love or to kiss
- I’m bound to be married if ever I find
A man to my notion arrayed
For I never will live like my lonely old aunt
And finally die an old maid
If any one asks for my heart and my hand
I will really consent to be his
For I’m tired of living alone in the land
With no one to love or to kiss, to kiss
With no one to love or to kiss
Sung here by Vancha March: