[Verse 1]
Good people all with one accord
Lament for Mary Blaize
She never wanted one good word
From those who spoke her praise
The needy seldom passed her door
And always found her kind
She freely lent to all the poor
Who left a pledge behind

[Verse 2]
She strove the neighbourhood to please
With manners wondrous winning
She never followed wicked ways
Unless when she was sinning
At church in silks and satins new
With hoop of monstrous size
She never slumbered in her pew
But when she closed her eyes

[Verse 3]
Her love was sought I do declare
By twenty beaux and more
The king himself did seem to care
Where she had walked before
But wealth and finery all fled
And hangers-on all gone
The doctors found when she was dead
The life within her none
[Verse 1]
Good people all with one accord
Lament for Mary Blaize
Who never wanted one good word
From those who spoke her praise
The needy seldom passed her door
And always found her kind
She freely lent to all the poor
Who left a pledge behind

[Outro]
Let us lament in sorrow sore
For Kent Street well may say
That had she lived a twelve month more
She had not died today