Whilst in south Wales a letter was sent me
From London which bid me to quickly repair
To an uncle it stated, fast he was dying
The wish had expressed to make me his heir.
So hurriedly packing a few things together
Wishing that London might quickly gain
By a first-class express went in the same carriage,
A charming young widow I met in the train.
An infant she had, so fondly caressing
I ventured to ask if that was her own
She answered in words appearing distressing
Yes; and its papa is dead and gone.
When the question I asked, in my face looking,
That look I shall ne'er be forgotten again,
In fact my heart to herself was booking (sic)
Was the charming young widow I met in the train.
As the train it was stopping the engine to water
She asked in a hurry would I be so kind
Her infant to take it, the darling so quiet
Of course, I replied, I didn't mind
To the refreshment room she went into
The signal for starting I heard but in vain
Not a glimpse could I see of her, the train without started
The charming young widow I met in the train
Loud I was shouting the train to be stopping
Out of the window putting my head
No answer receiving, the infant I took it,
Discovered Oh Horror! It was dead,
On its bosom was sewn a note which on reading
Found I was taken in, done for, quite plain
It begged me to bury the child for the sake of
The charming young widow I met in the train.
It was strange to myself that I was remarking
How quiet a child, not hearing a sound
The sweet little creature asleep was she told me,
Quite dead in sleep, so in truth I found.
I took it and buried the poor little creature
Its age or its name I could not explain
On a stone was inscribed, underneath was bequeathed me,
By a charming young widow, I met in a train.