Come tell me blue eye'd Stranger
Say wither dost thou roam?
On this wide world a ranger,
Hast thou no friends, no home?
They call'd me blue eye'd Mary;
When friends and fortunes smiled
But oh, how fortunes vary;
I now am sorrow's child.
Come here I'll buy thy flowers,
To ease thy hapless lot,
Still wet with warming showers,
I'll buy - forget me not.
Kind Sir, then take these roses,
They're fading like my youth,
But never like these posies,
Shall fade poor Mary's truth.