Well, I've never thought much about females,
'Til a couple of months ago,
When I thought I saw one of them noticing me, My mother told me so
That damsel's name is Mary-Ann,
And she looked at me one day,
I told mother, and mother told me,
In a mothery kind of way...
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That Mary-Ann she's after me,
Full of love she seems to be,
My mother says it's plain to see,
That she wants me for her young man
My father says, "If that be true,
John my lad be thankful too,
That there's one bigger fool in the world than you,
And that's Mary-Ann,"
Well, I've often seen her looking at me,
And I don't know what to do,
And I can't help looking at her looking at me,
My mother told me so
Then Sunday morning, coming from church,
She says, "I'll walk your way,"
We started walking, I never said nowt,
Had a narrow escape that day...
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Well it's many a jolly young chap like me,
Who might be pleased to know,
What dangerous animials(sic) some girls is,
My mother told me so
We roam around like innocent lambs,
And we cause no harm, I'm sure,
Then along comes summat in frocks and in curls,
And there's never no peace no more...
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