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2 Me and Mary began to spark, She got in a hurry,
Made it all up into her mind
That she'd marry the very next Thursday.
3 We hadn't been married but about two weeks Before we ought to been parted;
Every time I looked cross-eyed,
She knocked me in the head with the shovel.
4 She washed my clothes with the old soapsuds, She filled my bath with switches,
She let me know right at the start She was gonna wear my britches.
5 One day I said to Mary, "Oh, we'd better be parted." Just as soon as I said the word, Bundled up her clothes and started.
6 She filled my heart with sadness, She sewed my side with stitches,
She jumped and she kicked and she popped her heels, And she swore she'd wear my britches.
7 If I ever marry again in this wide world, It'll be for love, and not for riches; Marry a little girl about two feet high So she can't wear the britches. |
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