There's a wee little lass, and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she's the miss I'm going to tak'.
A lot of other chaps would get up on her track,
But I'm thinkin' that they'd have to go up early.

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Mary Mack's father's makin' Mary Mack marry me,
my father's makin' me marry Mary Mack.
I'm going to marry Mary to get married and take care o' me,
we'll all be makin' merry when I marry Mary Mack.

Now this wee lass, she has a lot o' brass.
She has a lot of gas, and her father thinks I'm class.
And I would be a silly ass for tae' let the matter pass,
for her father thinks she suits me fairly.

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Now, Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together,
in fact, you never see the one, or the one without the other.
And the fellers often wonder if it's Mary or her mother,
or both of them together that I'm courtin.

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Now the wedding day's on Wednesday, and everything's arranged.
Her name will soon be changed to mine, unless her mind be changed.
And with makin' all the arrangements, faith, I'm just about deranged,
For marriage is an awful undertakin.

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It's sure tae be a grand affair, much grander than a fair.
A coach-and-pair for every peer, and every pair that's there.
We'll dine upon the finest feast, I'm sure tae get my share,
And if I don't we'll be very much mistaken.

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