The folk song comes from an older version in Allan Ramsey's Scottish Miscellany, called "Slighted Nancie." I believe another version is called "Seven Braw Gowns."

The first verse & chorus are:

"My father's a hedger & ditcher

My mother does nothing but spin

They say I'm a pretty young girl

But the money comes slowly in

Oh, what will become of me?

Oh, what will I do?

There's nobody coming to marry me

Nobody's coming to woo."

And the song continues on in that vein!