Pretty Widow In Bloomers - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
PRETTY WIDOW IN BLOOMERS. Copyright, 1895, by Fairfield A Wondbridee. Words by C. M. Woodbridge. Music by J. A. Fairfield. 
There lived in town a widower, as rich as he could be, He drove the finest span of bays that ever you did see; The duke's and baron's daughters came in single file one day. Sued for this rich man's heart to win-he this to them did say: 
Chorus. Clickety, clickety, click, click, wheels were never passed; Clickety, clickety, click, click, make the girls go fast; If I wed a pretty girl, she must take the chance Of letting me decide which one shall wear the pants. 
And then he placed a gilt-edged sign over his bus'ness room: He wanted a wife with eyes of blue, she cannot come too soon; A widow came, as widows do, dressed in her bloomer gown, He looked her over just three times, then pulled his gilt sign down.- Cho 
She says. "Dear sir, I would wed thee; Molasses is my name; A little slow for winter's use, I get there just the same; They called me honey when a child among the upper crust; If we should granulate in one, we'll join the 'Sugar Trust.' "-Chorus. 
The widow has a husband now, the widow has a farm; The widow has the span of bays, too late the "still alarm;" For while upon their wedding tour to the Niagara Falls, He found she left six children home in blue jean overalls.- Chorus. 
She put him in a chair, the baby's on his thumb; He will want a silver wheel-oh! when will mamma come? Rattles her chain of gold to him, does the mother-in-law; Here she comes with bloomers on, baby thinks it is Pa.- Chorus. 
Man in honeymoon painted the town, painted the court-house square, Painted the jury benches down, painted he, everywhere. But when he saw his bicycle bride covered with tints of blue, Man in the moon gave up his brush, that job he could not do.-Chorus.