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I one dressed up and went to town |
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To court a fair young lady. |
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When I inquired about her name, |
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Her name was Devilish Mary. |
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Come fa la ling come, ling come, |
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Fa la ling come, day. |
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Fa la ling come, ling come, |
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Fa la ling come, day. |
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When me and Mary began to spark, |
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She got in a hurry, |
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Made it all up in her mind, |
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She'd marry me next Thursday. |
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Hadn't been married for about two weeks, |
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Before we oughta been parted. |
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Hadn't said one single word, |
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She'd kicked up her heels and started. |
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One day I said to Mary, |
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"Think we ought to be parted." |
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And just as soon as I said the word, |
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She packed all her clothes and started. |
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She washed my clothes in old soap suds, |
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And filled up my bathtub with switches. |
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She let me know right from the start |
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She was gonna wear my britches. |
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Now if I ever marry again, |
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It'll be for love not riches. |
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Marry a little girl about two feet high, |
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And she can't wear my britches. |
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