Mary Thomson

In Amsterdam is Derbyshire

Mary Thomson she did dwell,

In service she long time had lived

the truth to you I'll tell;

Her cheeks were like the roses red,

all in the month of May,

Which made the wicked young man

thus unto her to say:

"Mary, my charming creature

you 'ave me 'eart in snare,

My love is such I have resolved

to wed you, I declare!"

Thus by his false deluding tongue

Mary was led astray,

And soon to be her misfortune

her love did her betray.

So now, you thoughtless young girls,

a timely warning take.

Likewise ye fair young maidens

for this poor damsel's sake.

And O beware of fluttering tongues,

for they'll your ruin prove;

And may you spend your future days

in constant joy and love.