The new-made widow, without tear,
Prepared to move, within a year,
To far and distant foreign land,
Where neither had a single friend.
The goods were sold, the stock and kine;
The lands were leased for a long time;
The two, with pockets filled with gold,
Sailed for Paris with joys untold.
Young Sarah, who was quite a belle,
When in old Paris she did swell
Her wardrobe with both silk and lace,
And numerous paints to ply her face.
She was the very counterpart—
Although 'tis strange to say—
Of pretty Sadie Waddington
In all her dainty ways.
She spread herself around, about,
In all society's halls,
And never failed, when chance availed,
To attend the stylish balls.