The Devils weds a widow
Death another’s leftovers
Better to lie on a willows
Rest on alder boughs
Then upon a widow’s bed
On a used woman’s pillow
Sweeter the side of a fence
Then a widow’s flank
Softer the side of a grove
Than a widow’s beside is
The Devil weds a widow
The grave one twice wed
A widow’s hand is rougher
Than a dry spruce bough
With which she strikes the playful
Grabs the one who laughs
A widow has had her games
And spent a merry evening
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