Sandy-haired Mary In Our Area - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Sandy-Haired Mary in Our Area. Copyright, 1880, by Wm. A. Pond & Co. Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by David Braham 
I board with Misses Dooley, I have an attic room, There's a little Irish lady, that sweeps it with a broom-Her name is Mary Daley, and when the supper's ate, She's titivated gaily beside the area gate. 
Chorus. She's a duck, she's a dove, she's the only one I love, She's a jewel, she's a lily, she's a fairy; She's a pet, you can bet, She'll be Misses Grogan yet, Fair sandy-haired Mary in our area. 
She-flirts with ev'ry M.P. patrolling on the beat, The milkman in the morning, he has his tete-a-te; The Dutchman in the groc'ry, he gives her double weight. And lugs her heavy baskets down to the area gate.--Chorus. 
The man who carries letters, a certain Mister Flynn, He hollers in the area, "Is Mary Daley in?" It makes me aggravated to see her drop a plate. And smile upon the postman, who meets her at the gate.-Chorus. ' 
The iceman and the butcher, the baker with the bread. The plumber and the glazier, have nearly turned my head; A dreamy undertaker has finished me complete, He marries her next Sunday, we close the area gate.-Chorus.