She wis such a bonnie lassie, wi' a twinkle in her een
When Mary sailed awa', wi' the fleet o' the French Marine
Frae Dumbarton Rock, in her prettiest frock, she had feenished potty trainin'
She wis only wee, she'd had her tea, it wis dull an' dreich an' it wis rainin'
There wis naewhere else tae go, for Mary an' her freen's
She didnae even know that they had taken her tae France
'Till she wis in her teens, eatin' up a' yon French runner beans
An' learnin' frae the ither lassies how tae dae the can-can dance
She grew up to be beautiful, fu' o' grace an' inteligence
Merriein' the Dauphin, her Prince, he wis elegant
He sat oan the throne, as Francis the second
Daein' everything for oor Mary, whenever she beckoned
Their merriege lasted for only a year
Wi' Mary cryin' mony a tear
For Francis, her lover, her Prince, an' her Dauphin
Had lain doon an' deid, in a wee fit o' coughin'
Mary wisnae happy tae be leavin' France
Wonderin' whit future wid be waitin' her at hame
An' so she decided tae lose hersel' in dance
Tae forget a' her worries, an' a' her claims tae fame
She wid merry a wee Lord, wi' a mansion hoose in Ayr
So long as he had the room for a big dance flerr