All was up with Richard Tanner - 
   ‘Wait-a-Bit’ we called him. Dead 
Yes. The braceman dropped a spanner, 
   Landed Richard on the head; 
Cracked his skull, sir, like a teacup, 
   Down the pump-shaft in the well. 
Braceman hadn't time to speak up, 
   Tanner never knew what fell. 


Tell the widow? Who'd go through it? 
   No one on the shift would stir; 
But Pat Ryan said he'd do it - 
   ‘Nately break the news to her.’ 
Pat's a splitter, and a kinder 
   Heart I never wish to know. 
Stephens told him where to find her, 
   Begged him gently deal the blow. 


In a very solemn manner 
   Ryan met the dead man's wife - 
‘Mornin’ to yez, Widdy Tanner!’ 
   Says he gravely, ‘Such is life!’ 
‘I'm no widow!’ says she, prying 
   For the joke in Ryan's eye. 
‘'Scuse me, mum,’ says Paddy, sighing, 
   ‘'Scuse me, mum, but that's a lie.’ 


‘That remark would be repented 
   If Dick Tanner heard,’ says she. 
‘Meanin', mum, the late lamented 
   Party av that name?’ says he. 
Still the widow missed the notion, 
   Wonder only filled her eye; 
So Pat smothered his emotion, 
   Gulped, and had another try. 


‘'Tis like this, ye see, me honey, 
   I've been sint t' let ye know; 
Ye've inherited some money - 
   Twilve 'r fifteen pounds 'r so. 
Through a schame av Providence's, 
   Which no mortal man could dodge; 
Poor Dick's funeral expenses 
   Have fell due, mum, at the lodge!’ 

Note:
This poem was originally published in substantially different form in The Bulletin, on 2 April 1892.