And could give fish and game such a delicate taste,
That your platter you'd empty in double-quick haste,
Nor a scrap, nor a morsel would e'er chance to waste.
Now of children this widow had four,
As handsome a set as you anywhere saw,
Although you the country have travelled right o'er.
The eldest, her pet, was a beautiful boy,
The pride of his mother, her treasure, her joy;
Whose light hair crept over his head like a mat,
And boasted the 'nomen of "Clever Young Pat."