I'm looking for the lyrics to a song I heard all the time when I lived in Newfoundland. It was one of those widow-looking-for-her-next-husband plots. The only part I remember is the chorus: the fox and the bear the something and the hare and the birds up in the trees and the pretty little rabbit so engaging in its habit, they've all got a mate but me.

I think she had six husbands and was working on number seven. Thanks ever so much, Wendy Welch Fife, Scotland