Privation + 

With her grief the widow was so engrossed + 

As she rode at the hearse’s rear, + 

That I really think the dead man’s ghost + 

Must have shed the ghost of a tear. + 

She murmured and moaned and wiped her eyes + 

And blew her pale nose for relief, + 

Then started and cried, as in pained surprise, + 

“I’ve forgotten my handkerchief! + 

“O, what shall I do when we get to the grave + 

And the coffin is put in the ground? + 

I know I shall weep, for I cannot be brave + 

With those staring people all round.” + 

“Be calm,” said one; “there is nothing forgot, + 

For your handkerchief you bring⁠— + 

You are holding it⁠—see.” Said the widow: “What! + 

This pokey old linen thing?” + 