In Jersey City there lived a maid, and she was known to fame,
Her mother's name was Mary Ann, and hers was Mary Jane.
On every Saturday morn-i-ing she used to go over the river,
To New York City, where she sold eggs, sausages and likewise liver.
For oh, for oh, he was my darling boy;
For he was the lad of the auburn hair, and his name was Michael Roy.
She fell in love with a charcoal man, McCloskey was his name;
His fighting weight was seven-stone-ton. and he loved sweet Mary Jane.
He look her to ride in his charcoal can on a fine St. Patrick's Day,
When the donkey took fright at an Amherst man and slutted down Broadway.
For oh, for oh, he was my darling boy, etc.
McCloskey shouted and hollered in vain, for the donkey wouldn't stop;
He threw Mary Jane head over heels right into a policy shop;
When McCloskey Baw this terrible sight, his heart was filled with pity;
He stabbed the donkey with a piece of charcoal and started for Salt Lake City.
For oh, for ob, he was my darling boy, etc.
Now all ye young ladies take warning by this, the fate of Mary Jane;
If you get into a charcoal wagon, be sure to get out again,
For the latest news from over the plain, just straight from Salt Lake City,
McCloskey had married forty fat wives and was an object of pity.
For ob, for ob, he was my darling boy, etc.