Waiting at the Church

Im 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 Ive 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 oclock to-day-
Chorus:
There was I, waiting at the church,
Waiting at the church, waiting at the church;
When I found hed left me in the lurch.
Lor, how it did upset me!
All at once, he sent me round a note
Heres the very note, this is what he wrote:
'Cant get away to marry you today,
My wife, wont 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 wasnt him but me that used to pay.
Just think how disappointed I must feel,
Ill be off me crumpet very soon.
Ive lost my husband - the one I never had!
And I dreamed so about the honeymoon.
Im looking out for another Obadiah,
Ive already bought the wedding ring,
Theres all my little fal-the-riddles
Packed up in my box
Yes, absolutely two of evrything