Mary MeccaMary Mecca,[1]Mary Mecca,I’m fain to see thee here,A Devon lass to fill my glassO’ home-brewed Yorkshire beer.I awlus said that foreignersSud niver mel on me;But sike a viewly face as thineI’d travel far to see.Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca,I’m sad to see thee here,Wheer t’ wind blaws hask[2]frae NorwayI’ t’ spring-time o’ the year.I’d liever finnd thee sittin’,Wi’ a bowl o’ cruds an’ cream,Wheer t’ foxglove bells ring through the dells,Anent a Dartmoor stream.Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca,The way thou snods thy hair,It maks my heart go dancin’Like winnlestraws[3]i’ t’ air.One neet I heard thee singin’,As I cam home frae toon;’Twas sweet as curlews makkin’ loveAgean a risin’ moon.Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca,I dream o’ thy gray een;I think on all I’ve wasted,An’ what I might hae been.I’m nowt but muck off t’ midden,So all I axe is this:Just blaw the froth from off my yal[4];’Twill seem most like a kiss.[1]Metcalfe.[2]Keenly.[3]Whisps of grass or straw.[4]Ale.
Mary Mecca,[1]Mary Mecca,I’m fain to see thee here,A Devon lass to fill my glassO’ home-brewed Yorkshire beer.I awlus said that foreignersSud niver mel on me;But sike a viewly face as thineI’d travel far to see.Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca,I’m sad to see thee here,Wheer t’ wind blaws hask[2]frae NorwayI’ t’ spring-time o’ the year.I’d liever finnd thee sittin’,Wi’ a bowl o’ cruds an’ cream,Wheer t’ foxglove bells ring through the dells,Anent a Dartmoor stream.Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca,The way thou snods thy hair,It maks my heart go dancin’Like winnlestraws[3]i’ t’ air.One neet I heard thee singin’,As I cam home frae toon;’Twas sweet as curlews makkin’ loveAgean a risin’ moon.Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca,I dream o’ thy gray een;I think on all I’ve wasted,An’ what I might hae been.I’m nowt but muck off t’ midden,So all I axe is this:Just blaw the froth from off my yal[4];’Twill seem most like a kiss.
[1]Metcalfe.
[2]Keenly.
[3]Whisps of grass or straw.
[4]Ale.