Mary Mack's father's making Mary Mack marry me
My father's making me marry Mary Mack
I'm gonna marry Mary so my Mary will take care o' me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mack
Well there's a little girl, and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna tak'
And a lot of other fella's, they would get upon her track
but I'm thinkin' that they'll have to get up early
Well this little lass, she has a lot of class
Got a lot of brass, and her father thinks I'm gas
And I'd be a silly ass for to let the matter pass
Her father thinks she suits me very fairly
Mary and her mother go an awful lot together
In fact you hardly ever see the one without the other
And the people always wonder, is it Mary or her mother
Or the both of them together that I'm courtin'
The wedding's on a Wednesday, and everything's arranged
Soon her name will change to mine, unless her mind is changed
And I'm making the arrangements, I'm just about deranged
Marriage is an awful undertakin'
Sure to be a grand affair, and grander than a fair
There's going to be a coach and pair for every pair that's there
We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure to get my share
If I won't, well I'll be very much mistaken