Dame’s Song

I bought the pretty

Widow for a song, and then

We got to smooching

She’d never kissed a

Dame before, and so I broke

Her in. Our time was

Sweet, but had to end, because

Her elder sister,

Just as comely, came

Onto the market,

And her bosoms are to die

For, goodbye widow,

Fare thee well, I know

You’ll do me proud, for I send

You to dear Mamma.