Blue Eyed Mary

Blue Eyed Mary.
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“Come, tell me, blue eyed stranger.
Say whither dost thou roam;
O’er this wide world a ranger.
Hast thou no friends or home?
“They called me blue eyed Mary.
When friends and fortune smiled:
But, ah, how fortuner vary!
I now am sorrow’s child.

“Come here; I’ll buy thy flowers
And case thy haples fot:
Just wet with morning showers.
I’ll buy forget-me-note”
“Kind wir, then take these posies:
They’re fading like my youth;
But never like these rosies
Shall wither Mary’s truth.”