This Widow had a dainty Tongue,
And Words as sweet as Honey;
Which made her Suitors to her throng,
Till they had spent their Money:
The Taylor spent an Hundred Pound,
That he took up on Credit;
But now her Knavery he hath found,
Repents that are he did it.
These were three, _&c._

Threescore Pounds the Farrier had,
Left him by his Father;
To spend this Money he was mad,
His Dad so long did gather:
This Widow often did protest,
She lov'd him best of any;
Thus would she swear, when she did least,
To make them spend their Money.
These were three, _&c._

The Weaver spent his daily gains,
That he got by his Labour;
Some thirty Pounds he spent in vain,
He borrow'd of his Neighbour:
She must have Sack and Muscadine,
And Claret brew'd with Sugar:
Each Day they feed her chops with Wine,
For which they all might hug her.
These were three, _&c._

_The Second Part, To the same Tune._

She went Apparell'd neat and fine,
People well might wonder;
To see how she in Gold did shine,
Her fame abroad did thunder:
A water'd Camlet Gown she had,
A Scarlet Coat belaced
With Gold, which made her Suitors glad,
To see how she was graced.
These were, _&c._

The Taylor was the neatest Lad,
His Cloaths were oft Perfum'd;
Kind Entertainment still he had,
Till he his 'state consum'd:
The Farrier likewise spent his 'state,
The Weaver often kiss'd her:
But when that they in 'state were Poor,
They sought but still they miss'd her.
These were, _&c._

The Farrier and the Weaver too,
Were fain to fly the City:
The Widow did them quite undoe,
In faith more was the pity:
She of her Suitors being rid,
A Welchman came unto her:
By Night and Day his suit he ply'd,
Most roughly he did Woo her;
For wooing tricks he quite put down,
The Slow-men of _London_;
He over-reach'd the Widow _Brown_,
That had so many undone.

He swore he was a Gentleman,
Well landed in the Country:
And liv'd in Reputation there,
His Name Sir _Rowland Humphry_.
The Widow did believe him then,
And Love unto him granted;
Thus he her Favour did obtain,
Welchmen will not be daunted.
By cunning tricks he quite put down,
The Slow-men of _London_:
That came to Woo this Widow _Brown_,
Because they would be undone.

The Welchman ply'd her Night and Day,