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Chorus: Gonna take my stool and sit in the shade I’m determined to be an old maid I ain’t gonna marry at all, at all I ain’t gonna marry at all I ain’t gonna marry a man that’s poor ‘Cause he’ll go begging from door to door I ain’t gonna marry at all, at all I ain’t gonna marry at all ?a man that’s rich, ’cause he’ll get drunk and fall in a ditch ?a man that’s old, with his wrinkled face and hands so cold ?a man that’s young, with his wandering eyes and his blathering tongue ?a preacher’s son, ’cause he won’t let me have my fun ?a farmer’s son, all he wants is a dog and a gun ?a man that’s fat, he’ll sit in the door and kick the cat ?a man that’s little, he won’t be able to play the big fiddle ?a morris man, ’cause all he wants is a cold beer can ?one man at all, I’ll take them all home and love them all