[Mary:]
I'm a little Yorkshire lass
Up in town at present,
And I fancy in my glass
I look not unpleasant.
But it bothers me to see
Silly people waiting,
Saying they're in love with me,
I'm so fascinating.
When I'm nothing of the sort,
[Men:]
But you are!
[Mary:]
No, I'm nothing of the sort.
[Men:]
Yes, you are!
[Mary:]
Mary, people call me pretty Mary,
I don't believe them,
for often they tell me fibs!
[Men:]
Oh, believe us, do!
[Mary:]
Mary is a girl and not a fairy,
I wish they wouldn't call me Mary
When my name's Miss Gibbs.
[Men:]
Mary, we adore you, pretty Mary,
So do believe us,
for we never tell you fibs!
[Mary:]
Yes, you tell me fibs!
[Men:]
Mary, you're a perfect little fairy,
We wish you'd let us call you Mary
Though your name's Miss Gibbs.
[Mary:]
I am not a little fool,
Not what I would call so,
I have learnt some things at school,
Something after, also!
But I really cannot see
Any cause whatever,
For you're always calling me
Wonderfully clever!
When I'm nothing of the sort,
[Men:]
But you are!
[Mary:]
No, I'm nothing of the sort.
[Men:]
Yes, you are!
[Mary:]
Mary, people call me pretty Mary,
I don't believe them,
for often they tell me fibs!
[Men:]
Oh, believe us, do!
[Mary:]
Mary isn't wise but she is wary,
I'm just a canny girl from Yorkshire,
And my name's Miss Gibbs.
[Men:]
Mary, we admire you, clever Mary,
So do believe us,
for we never tell you fibs!
[Mary:]
Yes, you tell me fibs!
[Men:]
Mary, you are wise and you are wary,
You are the smartest girl in London,
Though your name's Miss Gibbs.
[Mary:]
Miss Gibbs, if you please!
[Men:]
Let us call you Mary, dear!
[Mary:]
Miss Gibbs, if you please!
[Men:]
Miss Gibbs.