MARY MACK



There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack

Make no mistake, she's the miss I'm goin' tae tak

There's a lot of other chaps who would get up on her track

But I'm thinking they'll have to getup early



Mary Mack's faither's makin' Mary Mack marry me

My faither's makin' me marry Mary Mack

And I'm goin' tae marry Mary tae get married

an' tak care of me

Well a' be making merry when I marry Mary Mack



This wee lass she has a lot of brass

She has a lot of gas, her faither thinks I'm class

And I'd be a silly ass tae let the matter pass

Her faither thinks she suits me fairly



Noo Mary and her mither gang an awful lot together

In fact you niver see the one, or the one wioot the ither

And the fellow often wonder if its Mary or her mither

Or the both of them together that I'm courting



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 aboot deranged

For marriage is an awful undertakin'



It's sure tae be a grand affair and grander than a fair

A coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that's there

We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure tae get my share

If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken



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from the singing of Jake Mitchell of Peterhead. Music hall

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