There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack,
Make no mistake she's the miss I’m goin’ tae tak,
There’s a lot of other chaps would get upon her track,
But I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early.
Mary Mack's faither's makin Mary Mack marry me,
My faither's makin me marry Mary Mack.
I'm goin tae marry Mary so that Mary can tak care o me,
We'll all be makin merry when I marry Mary Mack.
This wee lass she has got a lot of brass,
She has a lot of gas, her father thinks I'm class,
And I'd be a silly ass tae let the matter pass,
For her faither thinks she suits me fairly.
Noo Mary and her mither gang an awful lot togither,
In fact you niver see the one, or the one withoot the ither,
And all the fellows wonder if it’s Mary or her mither,
Or the both of them togither that I'm courtin.
Noo the weddin day's on Wednesday and everything's arranged,
Her name will soon be changed tae mine unless her mind be changed,
And wi makin the arrangements, faith I'm just aboot deranged
For marriage is an awful undertakin.
It’s sure tae be a grand affair and grander than a fair
A coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that’s there
We’ll dine upon the finest fare, I’m sure tae get my share
If I don’t we’ll all be very much mistaken.
Gas: spirit, go
This song appears in The Scottish Folksinger 1973, where editors Norman Buchan and Peter Hall credit it to the singing of Jake Mitchell of Peterhead. They comment that it has strong music-hall connections.