Kate Rusby - Mary Blaize lyrics

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 pa**ed her door, And always found her kind, She freely lent to all the poor, Who left a pledge behind. She strove the neighborhood 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. 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. 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 pa**ed 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.