I'LL SAY NO MORE TO MARY ANN
 
Harry Randall
 
Another wretched victim of fair woman's fickle mind
I've come my woes to tell to you, some sympathy to find
The girl I love has told me that she'll never speak again
So fare-ye-well 'Short's Gardens' and good-bye sweet 'Drury Lane'.

Chorus: I'll say no more to Mary Ann, I'll hide my briny tears
I'll go away this very day, and join the Grenadiers
Never go near the girl again
Never go back to Drury Lane
Tral-lal-lal-la Tat-tat-tat-ta! I'm off for a soldier bold.


Because she had a brother who did six weeks yearly drill
She said that I should be like him of brave and iron will
But London's rough Militia is for me too low a grade
Whitehall shall be my quarters, in the Queen's Household Brigade.

Chorus:

I bought her Plums and Crumpets, but her heart I failed to win
So now for Drums and Trumpets, and the battle's deathly din
If on the field of glory I am fated soon to fall
My Ghost shall go to Drury Lane and make a friendly call.

Chorus:
 
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Performed by Harry Randall (1857-1932)
 
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