Goresleeps - Mary lyrics

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Sweet Mary, the first time she ever was there, <br />

Came into ball-room among the fair, <br />

The young men and maidens around her throng<br />

And these are the words upon every tongue:<br />

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'An Angel is here from the heavenly climes<br />

Or again does return the golden times<br />

Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray, <br />

She opens her lips - 'tis Month of May.<br />

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Mary moves in soft beauty and conscious delight<br />

To augment with sweet smiles all the joys of the night, <br />

Nor once blusher to own to the rest of the fair<br />

The sweet Love and Beauty are worthy our care.<br />

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In the morning the villagers rose with delight, <br />

And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night, <br />

And Mary arose among friends to be free, <br />

But no friend from henceforward thou, Mary, shalt see.<br />

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Some said she was proud, some call'd her a whore, <br />

And some, when she passed by, shut to the door; <br />

A damp cold came o'er her, her blushes all fled; <br />

Her lilies and roses are blighted and shed.<br />

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'O, why was I born with a different face?<br />

Why was I born like this envious race?<br />

Why did Heaven aborn me with bountiful hand, <br />

Nad then set me down in an envious land?<br />

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To be weak as a lamb and smooth as a dove<br />

And hot to rise envy, is call'd Christian love; <br />

But if you raise envy your merit's to blame<br />

For planting such spite in the weak and the tame.<br />

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I'll humble me beauty, I will not dress fine, <br />

I'll keep from the ball. and my eyes shall not shine; <br />

And if any girl's lovers forsakes her for me<br />

I'll refuse him my hand, and from envy be free! <br />

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She went out in morning attir'd plain and neat; <br />

'Proud Mary's gone mad; said the child in the street; <br />

She went out in morning in plain neat attire.<br />

And came home in evening bespatter'd with mire.<br />

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She trembled and wept, sitting on the bed side, <br />

She forgot it was night, and she trembled and cried; <br />

She forgot it was night, she forgot it was morn, <br />

Her soft memory imprinted with face ofscorn; <br />

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With face of scorn and with eyes of disdain, <br />

Like foul friends inhabiting Mary's mild brain; <br />

She remembers no face like the Human Divine; <br />

All faces hale envy, sweet Mary, but thine; <br />

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All thine is a face of sweet love in despair, <br />

And thine is a face of mild sorrow and care, <br />

And thine is a face of mild terror and fear.<br />

That shall never be quiet till laid on it's bier.