Mary Mecca,(1) Mary Mecca, I'm Fain To See Thee Here, A Devon Lass To Fill My Glass O' Home-Brewed Yorkshire Beer. I Awlus Said That Foreigners Sud Niver Mel On Me; But Sike A Viewly Face As Thine I'd Travel Far To See. Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca, I'm Sad To See Thee Here, Wheer T' Wind Blaws Hask(2) Frae Norway I' 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' Love Agean 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.