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THE JOYFUL WIDOWER I married with a scolding wife The fouteenth of November, She made me weary of my life By one unruly member. Long did I bear the heavy yoke And many griefs attended, But to my comfort be it spoke Now, now her life is ended. We liv'd full one-and-twenty years A man and wife together, At length from me her course she steer'd And gone I know not whither; Would I could guess, I do profess I speak and donot flatter Of all the women in the world I never would come at her. Her body is bestowed well A handsome grave does hide her, But sure her soul is not in hell The deil would ne'er abide her; I rather think she is aloft And imitating thunder; For why? methinks I hear her voice Tearing the clouds asunder. From the Scots Musical Museum, Johnson & Burns @marriage @death filename[ JOYWIDWR TUNE FILE: MAGLAUDR CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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