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The Widow's Party

[words Rudyard Kipling, music trad. arr. Peter Bellamy]

The Widow's Party is a poem from Rudyard Kipling's book Barrack-Room Ballads. Peter Bellamy sang it on his third album of songs set to Kipling's poems, Peter Bellamy Sings the Barrack-Room Ballads of Rudyard Kipling. This track was also included on his Free Reed anthology Wake the Vaulted Echoes. Peter Bellamy commented in the album's sleeve notes:

As in the previous song [The Widow at Windsor], this piece suggests the ambivalence of attitude which a Tommy might have felt about Empire and his role in winning and maintaining it. The form is once again that of the traditional Question/Answer ballad, and the whole fits admirably to the old North Country tune Doli-A, most famous these days as the tune to which Stan Kelly wrote his Liverpool Lullaby.

Peter Bellamy and Maggie Boyle sang The Widow's Party in 1990 on his privately issued cassette Soldiers Three.

Eliza Carthy sang The Widow's Party on her and Norma Waterson's 2018 album Anchor.

Lyrics

“Where have you been this while away,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?”
Out with the rest on a picnic lay,
    Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
Well they called us out of the barrack-yard
To Gawd knows where from Gosport Hard,
And you can't refuse when you get the card,
    And the Widow gives the party.

“What did you get to eat and drink,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?”
Standing water as thick as ink,
    Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
A bit o' beef that were three year stored,
And a bit o' mutton as tough as a board,
And a fowl we killed with a sergeant's sword,
    When the Widow give the party.

“What did you do for knives and forks,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?”
We carries 'em with us wherever we walks,
    Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
And some was sliced and some was halved,
And some was crimped and some was carved,
And some was gutted and some was starved,
    When the Widow give the party.

“What ha' you done with half your mess,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?”
They couldn't do more and they wouldn't do less,
    Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
They ate their whack and they drank their fill,
But I think the rations has made them ill,
For half my comp'ny's lying still
    Where the Widow give the party.

“How did you get away—away,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?”
On the broad o' my back at the end o' the day,
    Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
Well I comed away like a bleedin' toff,
For I got four niggers to carry me off,
As I lay in the bight of a canvas trough,
    When the Widow give the party.

“What was the end of all the show,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?”
Ask my Colonel, for I don't know,
    Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
Well we broke a King and we built a road—
And a court-house stands where the reg'ment goed.
And the river's clean where the raw blood flowed
    When the Widow give the party.