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I Saw Mary

Last time I saw Mary There she was sitting ‘neath a big shady tree Sunlight was sparkling through the branches that day Then Mary squinted and she looked up at me She said Michael won’t you sing me just one more song Won’t you sing me a song at my grave Said I to Mary I won’t just sing you one I’ll probably sing you fourteen No more tears and Gloryland Cousin Mary and He This is kind of a parody but not really. It's very old, but I could only remember the first two lines. The second was applicable nor appropriate so I left it out. The rest is original.

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