When winter's chill has scarce left earth
  And April winds blow "Hey down derry!"
Comes gaily dancing down my hill
  Sweet, laughing, Blue-eyed-mary.

She wears a dress of bronzy green
  Draped round her light and airy;
She lifts the loveliest face I've seen-
  Brave, tender, Blue-eyed-mary.

Her eyes shine like the azure sky,
  Her step light as a fairy;
Her face, no crystal drift so white,
  Dear, steadfast Blue-eyed-mary.

My hat is off to Bouncing Bet,
  Gill-over-the-ground runs quite contrary,
Black-eyed-susan is my pet,
  But I'm in love with Blue-eyed-mary.