MARY USED TO GO TO SUNDAY SCHOOL
 
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Of a maid named Mary, bashful and unwary
I'm going to sing to you
Confiding, shy, and guileless, absolutely wileless
Didn't know a thing or two
She was very simple, had on each cheek a dimple
Just as 'jossy' as could be
People that addressed it, one and all confessed it
The acme of simplicity.

Chorus: Mary used to go to Sunday School ev'ry Sunday morn
Mary observed the golden rule, and any wicked deeds would scorn
Till Mary chanced to meet a lady who was very, very good and kind
She taught her the five-finger exercise, now Mary's doing time.


Now this knowing little maiden with confidence was laden
One day eased a masher of his clock
But a man in blue espied her, and with questions quickly plied her
Which left poor Mary standing in the dock
Said the magistrate severely, 'You will pay for this most early
Unless you can prove an alibi.'
But the silence soon was broken, for her friends in court had spoken
All greeting him with this reply.

Chorus:

For years poor Mary roughed it, till at last she snuffed it
Through eating potted mussels with a fork
She was loved by all her neighbours, who all gave up their labours
And to her funeral in mornful state did walk
For with grief each one was stricken, for tho' Mary was a thick 'un
If she'd got a quid she'd help a pal in need
So they made a small subscription, and this suitable inscription
Upon her tomb-stone you can read.

Chorus: Mary used to go to Sunday School ev'ry Sunday morn
Mary observed the golden rule, and any wicked deeds would scorn
Mary has departed this cold world, she who was so very good and kind
Dear little sister has gone to sleep in a very much warmer clime.
 
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Performed by Phil Ray (1872-1918)
 
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