American Old Time Song Lyrics: 38 Mary Jane A Woeful Tale Of Love

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 38

MARY JANE(A Woeful Tale of Love)
Copyright, 1892. by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written and Composed by Arthur Pearl.

Down in the country, far away, there dwelt a blushing lass;
By making buttermilk and such her time she used to pass;
From New York town there came one day a rather mashing youth,
Who told her lots of love-tales, but with very little truth.

Chorus.
Mary Jane was a farmer's daughter, Mary Jane did just what she oughter-
She fell in love, but all in vain, oh, poor Mary, oh, poor Jane!
Mary Jane was a farmer's daughter, Mary Jane did just what she oughter-
She fell In love, but all in vain, oh, poor Mary, oh, poor Jane.

Thus things went on a month or so, and Mary felt quite gay.
Until one night sweet William said, "My dear, I must away!"
I'll have to walk to New York town, I'm In a fix divine.
My purse I've lost-what shall I do? Poor Mary said, "Take mine." -Chorus.

Bill borrowed all the cash she had, and. like a wicked elf,
He thought no more of Mary Jane, he laughed wit him himself,
And as the months went roiling on, "No letter yet," she sighed;
He never will return to me, And so with love she died.- Chorus.