In Amsterdam is Derbyshire 
Mary Thomson she did dwell,
In service she long time had lived
the truth to you I'll tell;
Her cheeks were like the roses red,
all in the month of May,
Which made the wicked young man
thus unto her to say:

"Mary, my charming creature
you 'ave me 'eart in snare,
My love is such I have resolved
to wed you, I declare!"
Thus by his false deluding tongue
Mary was led astray,
And soon to be her misfortune
her love did her betray.

So now, you thoughtless young girls,
a timely warning take.
Likewise ye fair young maidens
for this poor damsel's sake.
And O beware of fluttering tongues,
for they'll your ruin prove;
And may you spend your future days
in constant joy and love.