She beats
She beats upon my brain
Like a slow and steady rain
The fiddle underneath her chin
And that aging harlot's grin
She fell
They say she fell from grace
At a slow and steady pace
Fiddle underneath her chin
That aging harlot's grin
And oh we'll sing songs
Oh we'll sing songs
Of light, loss and lust
And everything in between
We sing "Hey hey Mary where you going?"
The bottles far from dry and the whiskeys still flowing
If you've got the guts
You owe us one more song
"Hey hey Mary where you going?"
The red lion rampant she reaps what she sows
And she says "Boys, you've had enough.
You oughta take it on home."
"Hey hey Mary where you going?"
The bottles far from dry and the whiskeys still flowing
If you've got the guts
You owe us one more song
1, 2, 3, 4!
"Hey hey Mary where you going?"
The red lion rampant she reaps what she sows
And she says "Boys, you've had enough.
You oughta take it on home."
Oh Mary, take me home