Waiting at the church

I'm in a nice bit of trouble, I confess;

Somebody with me has had a game.

I should by now be a proud and happy bride,

But I've still got to keep my single name.

I was proposed to by Obadiah Binks

In a very gentlemanly way;

Lent him all my money

So that he could buy a home,

And punctually at twelve o'clock to-day-

Chorus:

There was I, waiting at the church,

Waiting at the church, waiting at the church;

When I found he'd left me in the lurch.

Lor, how it did upset me!

All at once, he sent me round a note

Here's the very note, this is what he wrote:

"Can't get away to marry you today,

My wife, won't let me!"

Lor, what a fuss Obadiah made of me

When he used to take me in the park!

He used to squeeze me till I was black and blue,

When he kissed me he used to leave a mark.

Each time he met me he treated me to port,

Took me now and then to see the play;

Understand me rightly,

When I say he treated me,

It wasn't him but me that used to pay.

Just think how disappointed I must feel,

I'll be off me crumpet very soon.

I've lost my husband - the one I never had!

And I dreamed so about the honeymoon.

I'm looking out for another Obadiah,

I've already bought the wedding ring,

There's all my little fal-the-riddles

Packed up in my box

Yes, absolutely two of ev'rything