Epigram on a Woman Who Was Singing Ballads for Money to Bury Her Husband, An
For her Husband deceas'd Sally chants the sweet lay,
Why, faith, this is singular sorrow;
But (I doubt) since she sings for a dead man to day,
She'll cry for a live one to-morrow.
Why, faith, this is singular sorrow;
But (I doubt) since she sings for a dead man to day,
She'll cry for a live one to-morrow.
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