American Old Time Song Lyrics: 55 Mary Jane From Maiden Lane
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 55
MARY JANE, FROM MAIDEN LANE
Copyright, MDCCCXCVII, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words by Harry S. Miller. Music by Geo. C. Edwards.
Mary Jane, well do I like her, she's the queen of all typewriters,
In an office way down town, sixteen stories from the ground,
There she works with fingers flying o'er the buttons and me a-trying
Just to catch her little eye, and when I don't, why then I sigh. Oh, it's
Mary Jane, from Maiden Lane, you're the girl's got me insane,
With your click-it-te-clack, a-click-it-te-clack all day long,
And when I asked her for a kiss, this is the answer I get from the miss,
A-click-it-te-clack; a-click-it-te-clack, Mary Jane, from Maiden Lane.
Mary Jane, well, she is witty, jolliest girl in all the city,
She has my heart upset and vexed, I can't tell what she'll do next,
How I try my best to win her, even take her out to dinner,
And at night when I get home, I often sit and sigh alone. Oh, it's- Chorus.