Copyright, 1891, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Wittey & Leonard.
There's a charming little lady, that does keep a baker shop,
And supplies near all the tenants that does live around our block;
You can see them in the morning going for their bread and pie.
Of course, this little lady keeps a wee drop on the sly.
We go there every evening, just to pass the time away,
To sing a song and tell a joke, or a game of cards to play;
She's loved by everybody, we could name a score or more,
And we'll tell you of some neighbors who come in the widow's door.
First comes little Jennie Dunn, who does walk this way for fun:
Then comes Fogarty, the bandy-legged tailor;
Then comes Mr. Mike Magee, who's a butcher, don't you see.
With a cousin of his, Jack O'Brien, the sailor.
There's the cobbler, Myrtle Flynn, who has lots of tin,
And his wife, who is the daughter of a nailer;
Sure, we gather there galore, at the little widow's store,
For we love her, and we spend our money freely.
Now the widow is a credit to the neighbors all around,
For she treats us all so cheerily, no fault with her can be found;
We wouldn't miss an evening at the widow's, don't you see,
We know this little lady will be wed some day, you see.
And then we'll have a wedding, 'twill surprise one and all.
We'll send out invitations and invite you all to call;
We'll whiskey give and lager beer, champagne by the score,
And everybody's welcome that comes in the widow's door - Chorus.