Poem by Anonymous

On a Gay Widow

Her mourning is all make-believe;
	’Tis plain there’s nothing in it;
With weepers she has tipp’d her sleeve,
	The while she’s laughing in it.

1. Gathering of Atholl
2. The Banks o’ Glaizart
3. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
4. The Aisle of Tombs
5. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement

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