Mary Blaize-Kate Rusby

[00:27.19]Good people all with one accord, [00:30.51]Lament for Mary Blaize, [00:33.58]She never wanted one good word, [00:36.87]From those who spoke her praise, [00:40.24]The needy seldom passed her door, [00:43.19]And always found her kind, [00:46.25]She freely lent to all the poor, [00:49.64]Who left a pledge behind. [00:52.61] [00:53.48]She strove the neighbour hood to please, [00:56.81]With manners wondrous winning, [01:00.07]She never followed wicked ways, [01:03.36]Unless when she was sinning, [01:06.40]At church in silks and satins new, [01:09.49]With hoop of monstrous size, [01:12.52]She never slumbered in her pew, [01:16.02]But when she closed her eyes. [01:19.44] [01:24.07]Her love was sought I do declare, [01:27.23]By twenty beaux and more, [01:30.47]The King himself did seem to care, [01:33.60]Where she had walked before, [01:36.99]But wealth and finery all fled, [01:40.03]And hangers-on all gone, [01:43.16]The doctors found when she was dead, [01:45.79] [01:46.43]The life within her none. [01:49.84] [02:02.43]Good people all with one accord, [02:05.63]Lament for Mary Blaize, [02:08.82]Who never wanted one good word, [02:12.04]From those who spoke her praise, [02:15.28]The needy seldom passed her door, [02:18.44]And always found her kind, [02:21.59]She freely lent to all the poor [02:24.77]Who left a pledge behind. [02:27.43] [02:27.96]Let us lament in sorrow sore, [02:31.09]For Kent Street well may say, [02:34.14]That had she lived a twelve month more, [02:37.71]She had not died today.