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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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