THE JOYFUL WIDOWER.
Tune—“Maggy Lauder.”
[Most of this song is by Burns: his fancy was fierce with images of matrimonial joy or infelicity, and he had them ever ready at the call of the muse. It was first printed in the Musical Museum.]
I.
I married with a scolding wife
The fourteenth of November;
She made me weary of my life,
By one unruly member.
Long did I bear the heavy yoke,
And many griefs attended;
But to my comfort be it spoke,
Now, now her life is ended.
II.
We liv’d full one-and-twenty years
A man and wife together;
At length from me her course she steer’d,
And gone I know not whither:
Would I could guess, I do profess,
I speak, and do not flatter,
Of all the woman in the world,
I never could come at her.
III.
Her body is bestowed well,
A handsome grave does hide her;
But sure her soul is not in hell,
The deil would ne’er abide her.
I rather think she is aloft,
And imitating thunder;
For why,—methinks I hear her voice
Tearing the clouds asunder.