Sister Spinster

I spied a lass, prone in the grass Who wore a laced gown of white But as time passed, it didn't last Cuz she soiled it every night The men she knew, was quite a few She could always make them smile But in the end, lover or friend Wouldn't walk her down the aisle I declare, such a sad affair No one chose to call her wife No chapel bells, as fate foretells Was a spinster all her life