Jane's Poetry Book

Blue Eye'd Mary

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.

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Historical Background
Appears in "A Selection of Airs, Marches, &c," the copybook of John Beach, 1801.

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