William and Mary

 

Verse 1

As William and Mary stood by the seashore,
Their last fond farewell to take -
"Should you never return," little Mary she cried,
"My poor heart it surely will break;
For I love you so dear, so true and sincere,
And no other, I swear, beside,
If in riches I rolled, and was covered in gold,
You should make little Mary your bride."

Verse 2

When three years were past without news, at last,
As Mary stood at her cottage door,
An old beggar came by with a patch on his eye,
Quite lame and did pity implore -
"Your charity bestow, and your fortune I'll tell."
Says he, "And this news beside -
The lad that you mourn will never return
To make little Mary his bride."

Verse 3

"If he lives, Heaven knows the joys that I feel!
Still, for his misfortune I'll mourn.
But he's welcome to me in his poverty,
If his blue jacket's ragged and torn.
For I love him so dear, so true and sincere,
And no other, I swear, beside,
If in riches I rolled and were covered with gold,
He should make little Mary his bride."

Verse 4

Then the patch from his eye this old beggar threw by,
His old coat and crutches beside,
His jacket so blue and cheeks like a rose,
It was William stood by Mary's side -
"Forgive me, my dear maid," said he,
"I did it your love for to try;
Now to church we'll away by the break of the day,
And I'll make little Mary my bride."