Carefree Widow
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Ursula the Widow |
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They say I'm the widow who cares for the manor, Hard-working and brave and carefree, And that is the truth for most of my days - But when it's not, no one may see. |
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He was not the love of my dreams, But a decent, kind husband was he And though he first sought me for land He found a companion in me. Each evening we'd sit by the fire, And talk of our work and our days. Now he is gone, ne'er to return And the fire on his empty chair plays. These nine years I've cared for his lands, I've managed his farms and his gold. My lambs the best in the county, My sons are strong, courteous and bold, The villagers call me the Squire, They all come for judgment to me, I'm mother and lord to them all, And nobody need protect me. At festival time mine's the hall Where my people are welcomed and fed. There's dancing and drinking for all And I sit at the high table's head. As a girl I once danced in those rings Young men sought to catch my bright eye, But widows don't indulge in such things - I must just behave well till I die. |
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