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

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
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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