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 passed her door and always found her kind she freely lent to all the poor who left a pledge behind she strove the neightbourhood to please with manners wonderous winning she never followed wicked way 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 ti 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 she never wanted one good word from those who spoke her praise the needy seldom passed 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