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