[ti:Mary Blaize]
[ar:Kate Rusby]
[al:The Girl Who Couldn't Fly]

[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.