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.