There's a neat little lass and her name is Mary Mac Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track Lot of other fellas want to get up on her back But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early
CHORUS: Mary Mac's mother's making Mary Mac marry me My mother's making me marry Mary Mac Well I'm going to marry Mary for when Mary's taking care of me We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mac
This wee little lass she has a lot of class She has a lot of brass and her mother thinks I'm gas I think she's an ass to let the matter pass But my mother thinks she suits me rather fairly
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Mary and her mother are an awful lot together In fact you hardly see the one without the other And all the fellows often wonder if it's Mary or her mother Or both of them together I am courting
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There's gonna be a grand affair, grander than a fair Going to be a fork and plate for every man that's there And I'll be a bugger if I don't get my share If I don't we'll be very much mistaken
Drunker Sailor
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The wedding's on Wednesday, everything's arranged She's gonna change her name to mine unless her mind is changed And making the arrangements, I'm feeling quite deranged Marriage is an awful undertaking