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I live in North Wales and one morning last summer
A letter informed me my Uncle was dead
And also requested I'd come up to London
As he'd left me a large sum of money it said
Of course I determined on making the journey
And to book myself by the first class was fain
Though had I gone third I had never encountered
The charming young widow I met on the train.

The widow and I side by side sat together
The carriage containing ourselves and no more
When the silence was broken by my fair companion
Who enquired the time by the watch that I wore
I of course satisfied her and then conversation
Was freely indulged in by both till my brain
Fairly reeled with excitement I grew so enchanted
With the charming young widow I met on the train.

We became so familiar I ventured to ask her
How old was the child she held at her breast
Ah Sir she responded and into tears bursting
Her infant still closer convulsively pressed
When I think of the child I am well nigh distracted
It's father, my husband, Oh my heart breaks with pain
She, choking with sobs, leaned her head on my waistcoat
Did the charming young widow I met on the train.

By this time the train had arrived at a station
Within a few miles of the great one in town
When my charmer exclaimed as she looked through the window
Good gracious alive, there goes Mr Brown
He's my late husbands brother, dear sir would you kindly,
My best beloved child for a moment sustain
Of course I complied and off on the platform
Tripped the charming young widow I met on the train.

Three minute elapsed when the guard's whistle sounded
The train began moving, no widow appeared
I bawled out Stop! Stop! But they paid no attention
With a spurt and a jerk, starting off as I feared
In this horrid dilemma, I sought for the hour
But my watch, hah! Where was it and where was my chain?
My purse too, my ticket, my gold pencil-case all gone
Oh the artful young widow I met on the train.

While I was my loss thus so deeply bewailing
The train again stopped and I "tickets please" heard
So I told the collector while dandling the infant
The loss I'd sustained but he doubted my word
He called more officials a lot gathered round me
Uncovered the child, oh! How shall I explain?
For behold 'twas not baby 'twas only a dummy
Oh the crafty young widow I met on the train.

Satisfied I'd been robbed, they allowed my departure
Though of course I'd to settle my fare the next day
And I wish now to council young men from the country
Lest they should be served in a similar way
Beware of young widows you meet on the railway
Who lean on your shoulder, whose tears fall like rain
Look out for your pockets in case they resemble
The charming young widow I met on the train.