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'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead
She 'as ships on the foam — she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red
(Ow, poor beggars in red

The boats go out and the boats come
Under the wintry sky;
And the rain and foam are white in the wind,
And the white gulls cry

A widow in black -- the crying
Covers all hearts with a depressing cloud
While her man's words are clearly recalled,
She will not stop her lamentations loud