Mary Blaize - Kate Rusby

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

She strove the neightbourhood to please

With manners wonderous winning

She never followed wicked way

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

Her love was sought I do declare

By twenty beaux and more

The king himself did seem ti 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

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

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