Mary Mack (folk song)

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.

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 everything'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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