Now when two years had past away,
Her Lord took very ill,
And left her to her widowhood,
Of course more dumpy still.
VII.
Said John, I am a proper man,
And very tall to see;
Who knows, but now her Lord is low,
She may look up to me?
VIII.
A cunning woman told me once,
Such fortune would turn up;
She was a kind of sorceress,
But studied in a cup!
IX.
So he walk’d up to Lady Wye,
And took her quite amazed,—
She thought, tho’ John was tall enough,
He wanted to be raised.
X.
But John—for why? she was a dame
Of such a dwarfish sort—
Had only come to bid her make
Her mourning very short.