American Old Time Song Lyrics: 06 Mary Ann Go Get The Growler

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 6

Mary Ann, Go Get the Growler.
Sung by James O'NeiL

I am a poor woman, most tired of life,
The reason I'll tell to you;
The misfortune I had to become a drunkard's wife.
And the day that I married I rue;
Now when I was single it's then I was gay,
I never knew trouble or strife.
Although Jim, my husband, gets pretty good pay.
It's little he gives to his wife.

Chorus.
He comes home on a pay night, as drunk as he can be.
He spends all his money and never gives a cent to me;
He's not in the house 5 minutes when the first word you will hear:
Mary Ann, go get the growler, and fill it up with beer.

Last Saturday night he came home staving tight.
Every cent of his wages was spent;
Says I to him, Jim, you're not doing right,
For no money have I for the rent;
If the rent we don't pay we'll be dispossessed,
Our things will be put on the walk,
And should this occur I'm sure you can guess
How the neighbors about us will talk.-Chorus.

When I tried to persuade him to go and lay down.
He is up on his feet like a Hash;
He begins to abuse me, the big drunken hound,
And the crockery he threatens to smash;
Says he, Mary Ann, low mind what I say.
My word in this house must be law,
So if you attempt to vex me in any way
I'm bloated if I don't break your jaw.-Chorus.