The Widow At Windsor
'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
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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
All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade
Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours
Where the kind Muses met me as I stray'd,
And gently press'd my hand, and said "Be ours