Lyrics - Mary Mack by Celtic Folk

Mary
Mack
Chrous:
Mary
Mack's mother's making
Mary
Mack marry me,
My mother's making me marry
Mary
Mack.
I'm gonna marry
Mary so my
Mary will take care
O' me,
We'll all be feeling merry when
I marry
Mary
Mack.
Now there's a nice wee lass and her name is
Mary
Mack,
Make no mistake she's the girl
I gonna take,
And a lot of other fella's would get upon her track,but
I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early.
Cho.
Now this wee lass she has a lot of cash,
She has a lot of brass...her father thinks
I'm gas,
I'd be a silly ass to let the matter pass,
Her father thinks she suits me very fairly.
Cho.
Now
Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together,
In fact you hardly ever she the one without the other,
And all the fella's wonder is it
Mary or her mother,
Or both of them together that
I'm courtin'.
Cho.
Now the weddin' day 's on
Wednesday and everthing's arranged,
Her name will soon be changed to mine unless her mind be changed,
I'm making the arrangements
I'm just about derranged
For marriage is an awful undertakingcho.

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