From the minister down to the clerk of the crown,
All were courting the Widow Malone, ohone!
All were courting the Widow Malone.
But so modest was Mistress Malone, ’twas known,
That no one could see her alone, ohone!
Let them ogle and sigh, they could ne’er catch her eye,
So bashful the Widow Malone, ohone!
So bashful the Widow Malone.
Till one Mister O’Brien, from Clare—how quare!
It’s little for blushing they care down there,