I Am Waiting at the Door, Mary Ann.
No rose that blows, or flower that grows, smells half so sweet to me
As the girl to whom I hope that I will shortly married be;
Her father said his girl should wed a man of high degree;
And he makes full sure, When he locks his door, his daughter I shan't see.
I am waiting at the door, Mary Ann, Mary Ann!
Where I've often been before, Mary Ann, Mary Ann!
If your father's in, come out
And we'll take a stroll about;
If he's not, then I'll come in. Mary Ann, Mary Ann!
If he's not, then I'll come in, Mary Ann, Mary Ann!
I like her father well enough, but he does not care for me,
And he won't let Mary Ann enjoy her sweetheart's companee;
So I wait about the house all day, and when the night comes round.
Right full of love for my turtle-dove on the doorstep I am found.-Chorus.
I wish I was a sailor bold, that ploughs the angry sea,
Or a great big gilded drummer in the Royal Artilleree-
I would go straight to her father's house, like a noble of the land.
And I'd say, "Proud sir, I will not stir" till I gain your daughter's hand.-Cho.