Widow McCarthy


Have you not heard of McCarty
Who lived in Tralee, good and hearty
He had scarce lived two score
When death came to his door
Made a widow of Mrs McCarty

Near by lived one Paddy McManus
Who by the way was a bit of a genius
At his trade he was good
Cutting figures of wood
Says he, I’ll go see the widow McCarty

Now Paddy, you know, was no ninny
He agreed for a couple of guineas
To cut out a stick
The dead image of Micky
And take it home to widow McCarty

As the widow, she’d sit by the fire
Every night before she’d retire
She’d take the stick that was dead
Put it into her bed
And lay down by the wooden McCarty

Now Pat wasn’t long to discover
That the widow was wanting a lover
He made love to her strong
And you’ll say he wasn’t wrong
For in three days he wed the widow McCarty

Their friends for to see them long tarried
To bet Pat and the widow they carried
She took up the stick
That was cut for Micky
And under the bed shoved wooden McCarty.

In the morning when Paddy was rising
He wanted something to set the fire blazing
Says she “If you’re in want of a stick
Cut a slice off Micky
For I’m done with my wooden McCarty.


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Samuel Lover