Mary: Mary, people call me pretty Mary,
I don’t believe them, for they often tell me fibs!
Chorus of Dudes: 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.
Chorus of Dudes: Mary, we adore you, pretty Mary,
So do believe us, for we never tell you fibs!
Mary: Yes, you tell me fibs!
Chorus of Dudes: 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 should 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.
Chorus of Dudes: But you are!
Mary: No, I’m nothing of the sort.
Chorus of Dudes: Yes you are!

Mary: Mary, people call me clever Mary,
I don’t believe them, for they often tell me fibs!
Chorus of Dudes: 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.
Chorus of Dudes: Mary, we admire you, clever Mary,
So do believe us, for we never tell you fibs!
Mary: Yes, you tell me fibs!
Chorus of Dudes: Mary, you are wise as you are wary,
You are the smartest girl in London,
Though your name’s Miss Gibbs.
Mary: Miss Gibbs, if you please!
Chorus of Dudes: Let us call you Mary, dear!
Mary: Miss Gibbs, if you please!
All: Miss Gibbs!

Adrian Ross (1859-1933)

Mary / Chorus of girls: I’m such a silly when the moon comes out;
I hardly seem to know what I’m about;
Skipping, hopping, never, never stopping,
I can’t keep still, although I try.
I’m all aquiver when the moonbeams glance;
That is the moment when I long to dance.
I can never close a sleepy eye,
When the moon comes creeping up the sky!

Mary: Moon, Moon, aggravating Moon!
Why do you tease me so?
I think you’re inclined to wink;
That isn’t right, you know.
Ev’ry day I’ll be a good as gold,
Doing ev’rything that I am told.
But as soon as the sun’s in bed,
Well, it’s then I’ve such a flighty little, foolish little head!

Mary / Chorus of girls: I’m such a silly when the moon comes out …

Lionel Monckton (1861-1924)