American Old Time Song Lyrics: 32 Mary Barry
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 32
Copyright, 1891, by Buckman & Hermanson.
Words and Music by Alfred Buckman. Sung by Lottie Gibson
Did you hear of Mary Barry, the girl I'm going to marry -
If not, a moment tarry, and I'll tell
About this pretty little creature, so divine in every feature
That o'er my heart she's cast a magic spell.
She's the pride off all the fellows, which makes all the girls quite jealous,
But her heart is mine alone, you may depend.
So if ever you should meet her, she'll be glad to have you greet her.
If you'll only kindly mention you're my friend.
Then here's to Mary Barry, the girl I'm going to marry-
The daintiest little darling in the land.
I'm saving every dollar, so our wedding soon will follow,
And we'll brave the world together hand in-hand.
She's up early every morning, fashionable habits scorning.
Then, her pretty form adorning, off she goes
To her work so bright and early; and the fellow would be sur'y
Would deny she's sweeter, far, than any lose.
O'er a counter, down in Macy's, she sells ladies' silks and laces,
But not one of all their faces is as fair;
And though dressed in latest fashion, they're spent piles and piles of cash on,
Yet it looks the veriest trash on beside her.-Chorus.
We've all heard of Annie Rooney. who set all the fellows loony;
Maggie Murphy, who invites us all to call;
But, although they're very charming, there's not the slightest harm in
Declaring Mary Barry beats them all.
She can rattle the piano till you think it was Carrcno;
She can sing like Adelina Patti, too,
So I'm sure you'll be delighted when I tell you you're invited
Just to call when you've got nothing else to do.-Chorus.