There dwelt a Widow in this Town, That was both Fair and Lovely; Her Face was comely neat and brown, To Pleasure she would move thee: Her lovely Tresses shin'd like Gold, Most neat is her Behaviour; For truth it has of late been told, There's many strove to have her. There were three Young Men of this Town; Slow Men of _London_; And they'd go Wooe the Widow _Brown_, Because they would be undone. The one a Taylor was by Trade, An excellent Occupation; But Widows Love doth waste and fade, I find by observation: The second was a Farrier bold, A Man of excellent Metal; His Love to her was never cold, So firm his Thoughts did settle, There were, _&c._ The third a Weaver was that came, a Suitor to this Widow; Her Beauty did his Heart inflame, Her Thoughts deceit doth shadow, Widows can dissemble still, When Young Men come a Wooing; Yet they were guided by her Will, That prov'd to their undoing. There were three, _&c._ This Widow had a dainty Tongue, And Words as sweet as Honey; Which made her Suitors to her throng, Till they had spent their Money: The Taylor spent an Hundred Pound, That he took up on Credit; But now her Knavery he hath found, Repents that are he did it. These were three, _&c._ Threescore Pounds the Farrier had, Left him by his Father; To spend this Money he was mad, His Dad so long did gather: This Widow often did protest, She lov'd him best of any; Thus would she swear, when she did least, To make them spend their Money. These were three, _&c._ The Weaver spent his daily gains, That he got by his Labour; Some thirty Pounds he spent in vain, He borrow'd of his Neighbour: She must have Sack and Muscadine, And Claret brew'd with Sugar: Each Day they feed her chops with Wine, For which they all might hug her. These were three, _&c._ _The Second Part, To the same Tune._ She went Apparell'd neat and fine, People well might wonder; To see how she in Gold did shine, Her fame abroad did thunder: A water'd Camlet Gown she had, A Scarlet Coat belaced With Gold, which made her Suitors glad, To see how she was graced. These were, _&c._ The Taylor was the neatest Lad, His Cloaths were oft Perfum'd; Kind Entertainment still he had, Till he his 'state consum'd: The Farrier likewise spent his 'state, The Weaver often kiss'd her: But when that they in 'state were Poor, They sought but still they miss'd her. These were, _&c._ The Farrier and the Weaver too, Were fain to fly the City: The Widow did them quite undoe, In faith more was the pity: She of her Suitors being rid, A Welchman came unto her: By Night and Day his suit he ply'd, Most roughly he did Woo her; For wooing tricks he quite put down, The Slow-men of _London_; He over-reach'd the Widow _Brown_, That had so many undone.