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No. 7 - Song - Mary and Chorus of Dudes - "Mary!"
| 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. |
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