Mary Mack (folk song)

For other uses, see Mary Mack (disambiguation).

Mary Mack is a Scottish folk song, and is also a patter song, often sung not only with a rapid to very rapid tempo but increasing toward the end. Written by Tommy Makem.

Lyrics

There's a nice wee lass an her name is Mary Mack
Mak nae mistake, she's the miss I'm gaun tae tak
There's a lot o ither chaps wha would get up on her track
But I'm thinkin they'll hae tae get up early.
Chorus:
Mary Mack's faither's makin Mary Mack mairy me
My faither's makin me mairy Mary Mack
An I'm gaun tae mairy Mary tae get mairrit an tak care o me
We'll aw be makin merry when I mairy Mary Mack
Chorus
This wee lass she haes a lot of brass
She haes a lot of gas, her faither thinks I'm class
An I'd be a silly ass tae let the matter pass
For her faither thinks she suits me fairly.
Chorus
Noo Mary an her mither gang an awful lot thegither
In fact you niver see the wan, or the wan withoot the ither
An the fellows often wonder if its Mary or her mither
Or the baith o them thegether that I'm courtin.
Chorus
Noo the weddin day's on Wednesday an everythin's arranged
Her name will soon be changed tae mine, unless her mind be changed
An we're makin the arrangements, faith, I'm just aboot deranged
For mairriage is an awfu undertakin.
Chorus
It's sure tae be a grand affair an grander than a fair
A coach an pair for rich an poor an every pair that's there
We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure tae get ma share
If I don't we'll aw be very much mistaken.
Chorus


There are many renditions of this song: Here are the lyrics to another version, with mother instead of father in the chorus: Chorus:

Mary Mack's mother's making Mary Mack marry me,
My mother'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.
Now there's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack,
Make no mistake she's the girl I gonna take,
And a lot of other fella's would get upon her track,
but I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early.
Chorus
Now this wee lass she has a lot of cash,
She has a lot of brass...her father thinks I'm gas,
I'd be a silly ass to let the matter pass,
Her father thinks she suits me very fairly.
Chorus
Now Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together,
In fact you hardly ever she the one without the other,
And all the fella's wonder is it Mary or her mother,
Or both of them together that I'm courtin'.
Chorus
Now the weddin' day 's on Wednesday and everthing's arranged,
Her name will soon be changed to mine unless her mind be changed,
I'm making the arrangements I'm just about derranged
For marriage is an awful undertaking
Chorus

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