Mary Mack

There's a wee fair lass and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake she's the Miss I'm goin' to take
There's a lot of other fella's that would have her for themselves
But I'm thinking that they'd have to get up early.

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Mary Mack's Father's making Mary Mack marry me
My Father's making me marry Mary Mack
And I'm going tae marry Mary tae get Mary tae take care o' me
We'll all be makin' merry when I marry Mary Mack.

This wee lass she has a lot o' brass
She has alot o' gas, her Father thinks I'm class
And I'd be a silly one tae let the matter pass
Her Father thinks she suits me fairly.

Noo, Mary and her mother gang an awfu' lot together
In fact ye never see the one or the one without the other
And the fellows often wonder if its Mary or her Mother
Or the both of them together that I'm courtin'.

Noo, the weddin' day's on Wednesday and everything's arranged
Her name will soon be changed tae mine, unless her mind be changed
And wi' makin' the arrangements, faith, I'm just about deranged
For marriage is an awfu' undertakin'.

It's sure tae be a grand affair and grander than a fair
A coach-and-pair for every Peer, and every pair that's there
We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure t'get my share
If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken!