The French traditional song "Brave marin revient de guerre" comes close to the idea under discussion. I can't find an English version, but here are some excerpts from a slight improvement to the Google Translate approximation to an English version, derived from what some web site claims is the French version that Nana Moskouri sings:

What ails you, the beautiful hostess?
Do you regret your white wine,
The sailor drinks in passing.

It's not my wine I regret
But it is the death of my husband
Sir, you look like him.

Tell me, the beautiful hostess,
You had had three children,
You have six now.

Someone wrote with the news,
He was dead and buried,
And I remarried.

Brave sailor emptied his glass...
He returned to his building.