The Widow Malone

The Widow Malone
By Charles Lever
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Did ye hear of the Widow Mulone,
Who lived in the town of Athlone Ochone! Alone?
Oh! she meited the hearts
Of the swaing in them parts
So lovely the Widow Malone Ochone!
So lovely the Widow Malone Or more
Of lovers she had a full score
And fortunes they all had galove, In stoce:
From the minister, down
To the clerk of the crown
All were courting the Widow Malone Ochone!
All were courting the Widow Malone
But so modest was Mrs Malone, “Twas known
No one ever could see her alone, Ochone!
Let them ogle and sigh
They could ne’er catch her eye
So bashful the Widow Malone, Ochone!
So bashful the Widow Malone
Till one Mr O’Brien, from Clare- How quare;
It’s little for blushing they care Down there-
Put his arin round her waist
Gave ten kisses, “Oh” says he,
“Oh,” says he,
And the widow at laste; you’re my Molly Malone,
Ne’er thought of a simper, or righ- For why?
But “Lucius,” says she,
“Since you’ve now made so free,
You may marry your Molly Malone, Ochone!
You may marry your Molly Malone”
There’s moral contained in my song Not wrong:
And, one confort It’s not very long But strong:
If for widows you die
Learn to kiss, not to sigh,
For they’re all like sweet Aflatress Malone, Ochone!
On they’re very lik Mistress Malone!