TO BE A LONE WIDOW.
Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by J. Cheever Goodwin. Music by Woolson Morse.
To be a lone widow is sad, yes, 'tis sad,
My life has been hard to endure, you may be sure;
When I think of the comforts I formerly had,
No surgeon my suff'ring can cure.
I've done all I could, and there's none could do more.
To bring up my offspring, so nearly a score,
And poverty's wolf I have kept from the door.
Since Frimousse knew enough his dear life to insure.