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BRISK YOUNG WIDOW In Chester town there lived a brisk young widow For beauty and fine clothes none could excel her She was proper, stout and tall, her fingers long and small She's a comely dame withall, she's a brisk young widow So a lover soon there came, a brisk young farmer With his hat turned up all round, thinking to gain her "My dear for love of you, this wide world I'll go through If you will but prove true, you shall wed a farmer" Says she "I'm not for you, nor no such fellow I'm for some lively lad with lots of riches It's not your hogs and yows can maintain furbelows My silk and satin clothes they're all me glory" "Madam, don't be coy for all your glory For fear of another day and another story If the world on you should frown, your topknot must come down To a linsey-woolsey gown, where is then your glory ?" And at last there came that way a sooty collier With his hat bent down all round he soon did gain her Whereat that farmer swore "Nay, widow's 'mazed I'm sure I'll never court no more with a brisk young widow" ---------------------------------------------------------- recorded by The Young Tradition on "Galleries" (1968) and by Peter Bellamy on "Voices. Traditional English Folk Songs" (1991) collected by Cecil Sharp @courtship @farm filename[ BRSKWIDW TUNE FILE: BRSKWIDW CLICK TO PLAY MJ |
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