Widow Machree - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WIDOW MACHREE. 
Widow Machree, pray then open your door, Ocb, hone I widow Machree, And show me the easiest plank in your floor, Och, hone! widow Macnree. Ye have nothing to fear, I tell you, my dear, Not a sound can ye hear, In sleep coming from me; Barnn' that I should creep. Or walk in my sleep, Och, hone! widow Machree. 
Widow Machree, for the third and last time, Och, hone! widow Machree, Will you listen to reason that's seasoned with rhyme? Och, hone! widow Machree. Just think of the time, When you'd get past your prime, Would you think it a crime. That you cheated mankind Of what nature designed? 
Darlin' widow Machree, will you fully explain, Och, hone! widow Machree, For the good of your conscience and soul, what I mean? Och, hone) widow Machree. Didn't old Adam loan, From his rib a backbone To manufacture, och, hone! For posterity, The first female man? Deny that if you can, Och, hone! widow Machree. 
Widow Machree, pay your debts, fie for shame, Och, hone! widow Machree, As you owe man a rib, I lay claim to that same, Och, hone! widow Machree, / And by paying the debt, You'll draw interest yet, And an armful you'll get, Of that same property; Shall be yours while life bides, And a great deal besides, Och, hone! widow Machree.