The Widdows Rant, Or a Wedding-Song,
upon Widdow Jackson in Borthuicks-Closs.
Composed by one of her own SEXES.
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1. ALL ye Wifes in this Town
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Thats moved for your Men,
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And ye that puts on Mourning deep
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When they are dead for them;
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2. And cryeth O my dear
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Since thou art from me gone,
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To no Man else I'll Wedded be
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But live single alone.
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3. Detain your selves from sobs,
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And harken to my call,
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I'le tell you of a Chast Widow
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The Honour of you all;
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4. It doth not much exceed
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A Moneth or five weeks space,
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Since she put on her mourning Weed
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And fiegned her face;
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5. And so her Neighbour said,
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When she was Mourning sore,
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Ye are a Widdow now indeed
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And woe is us therefore.
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6. Said she hold ye your peace
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And be not troubled sore,
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For though my man be freely dead;
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I am even as before;
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7. For when he was alive
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Although he lay me near,
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Nevertheless a Widdow I
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Have been more then ten year.
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8. But Notwith standing she
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For him hath tane such care,
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That sleep and rest is freely gone
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From her both late and air.
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9. For which she did complain
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Unto the Pastor then,
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Because that for her Husbands death
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She was grieved with pain.
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10. But yet her Neighbours dreads
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That she her self did fain,
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And say s it was but Tam auld's Fleas
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That made her seek the Men.
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11. It's likewise said by some,
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That her Man's gan again,
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And others say that by his Grips
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They are sting to the Bayne.
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12. But whither its because
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That she hath him forgot,
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That he is going through the Closs,
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This truly I know not.
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13. Or if it be because,
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That she hath her Bed Cloathed,
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With covrings, and with other things,
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Which he hath wholly loathed.
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14. Or if it be indeed,
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Because that she doth spend,
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The Mony on Beads, Kalls, and Rings,
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By which his Son should fend.
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15. Or if in fine it be,
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That Ale raising their Brain,
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Makes them see three, where there's but two
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Determine if ye can.
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16. Nevertheless she hath
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A remedie procur'd,
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By which she may be freed from Fleas,
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And of their sting procur'd.
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17. By finding out a Man,
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That of such things had Skill,
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As killing Fleas, and healing stings,
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Which tempted her most ill.
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18. But as some ones doth Judge
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He plasters did apply,
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Before that he was Graduat,
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Fearing that she should dye.
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19. But least that ye should doubt
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Of whom I have thus Rim'd
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I'le tell you Name, and Sur-name both,
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That I may ease your mind.
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20. She is a Lustie Wife,
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and thinks her self no dross,
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Her Name's call'd Nansie Cruckshanks,
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She lives in Borthuicks-Closs.
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