American Old Time Song Lyrics: 53 Mary Black From Hackensack

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 53

Mary Black from Hackensack.
Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Lew Dockstader and Geo. M. Cohan.

A pious girl named Mary Black,
Who used to live in Hackensack.
She heard her great big cousin Jack
Of city frolics talk;
He told about the Bowery,
And all the sights that were to see,
Poor Mary pondered, then said she,
"I'm going to see New York."

Chorus.
Mary Black, from Hackensack,
She'd never been out of the town;
She wanted to see the Bowery,
The place of great renown;
She thought of the trip and she grabbed her grip,
And it didn't take long to pack,
Things weren't so slack when Mary Black
Got back to Hackensack.

She bade good-bye to all the jays,
It took her just about two days
To learn a lot of city ways,
For New York she'd been through;
She wore no feathers In her hat,
She caught a beau. now think of that;
She had a lovely little flat,
And bought an oil stove too.- Chorus.

For sev'ral weeks she stayed away,
But finally returned one day,
She rode a bike, in bloomers gay,
Which caused the town much mirth;
The village preacher cried, "Oh, my!
A girl in pants before my eye,"
Said Mary, "you're a nice old guy -
Go on! get off the earth!"- Chorus.

Now at the Hackensack town hall
That night the town band gave a ball;
Sweet Mary simply captured all,
And gave the rube's a treat;
She still had on the bloomer pants;
She threw the jays all in a trance;
She showed them all the latest dance,
But didn't move her feet Chorus.