MARY MACK

 


(air: 'Up among the heather')

There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she's the lass I'm goin' tae tak'
There's a lot of other chaps would follow in her track
But I'm thinking that they'd have to get up early

Chorus:
Mary Mack's father's making Mary Mack marry me
My father's making me marry Mary Mack
I'm going to marry Mary for my Mary to take care o' me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mack

This wee lass, she has a lot of brass
She has a lot of gas, her father thinks I'm class
I'd be a silly ass for to let the matter pass
Her father thinks she suits me very fairly

Chorus

Now, Mary and her mother go an awful lot together
In fact you hardly ever see the one without the other
The people wonder whether it is Mary or her mother
Or the both of them together that I'm courting

Chorus

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

Chorus

It's sure to be a grand affair and grander than a fair
There'll be a coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that's there
We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure to get my share
If I don't then I'll be very much mistaken

Chorus

 

Words by Tommy Makem
Copyright 1977