A Song to the Widows

The widows are blaming me, and I do not like some of them; dear! dear! my loss and shame, I shall go and leave the country.
They would say 'twas I was to blame,
'twas I was to blame, 'twas I was to blame,
they would say 'twas I was to blame,
though I would say that it was not.
If I go to Sand or Sollas, some of them are in every door — because of how they have confused me, I shall go to a cranny where I shall have peace.
One of them said in kindly tone, " Well does he deserve a maiden, well could he control a barren cow in the door of a pen though she were struggling. "
Another one said for their amusement, " What boots it for us to be chasing him? He would rather wander around with the songs than slave away with a delving-crook. "
Then up spoke the laird's factor, " 'Tis stark insanity that is coming over thee, wanting to marry again, when thou hast put two wives under the sod already. "
The Goodman of Griminish said angrily, cutting a caper sideways, " Did you ever see a cause of disgust like a grey headed man crazy for a wife! "
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John MacCodrum
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