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Blue-Eyed Mary
Come tell me, blue-eyed stranger,
Say whither doe’st thy roam?
Over this wide world a ranger,
Hast thou no friend or home?
They call’d me blue-eyed Mary,
When friends and fortunes smiled,
But oh, how fortunes vary,
I now am sorrows child.
Come here, I’ll buy thy flowers,
And east thy hapless lot,
Still wet with warming showers,
I’ll buy for get-me-not.
Kind sir, then take these posies,
They are fading like my youth,
But never like these roses,
Shall wither Mary’s truth.
Look up thou poor forsaken,
I’ll give thee house and home,
And if I am not mistaken,
Thou will never wish to roam.
Born thus to weep my fortune,
Though poor I’ll virtuous prove,
I early learnt this caution,
That pity is not love.
No, no sweet blue-eyed stranger,
I’ll not give thee hand and heart,
Be not a friendless ranger,
We never more will part.
Once more I am happy Mary,
Once more has fortuned smiled,
Who never from virtue vary,
May yet be fortunes child.
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