Mary Kay
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay—
Mary May!
Hey!
Your boy’s not coming here this day?
No, he’s farming hay—
Bills to pay—you know the way,
Wants to marry Dolly in a year.
Keep that child away!
War, they say, Mary Kay.
How was the wedding?
Fine, my dear.
Dolly’s with a baby, yay!
Mary Kay’s a granny
Oh, your tears!
Son’s gotta fight they say,
But government’ll pay!
Suppos’d he must enlist for two/three years.
Sell your metal!
Mrs. Kay don’t delay
Hey, you read the news today?
Boy’s not coming home this day.
Mark their faces in the windows
Aye, that’s one’s dead they say
Where’s Mrs. Mary Kay
Mary Kay, dear!
Oh, her boy’s dead they say!
Shot today
Sad he’s gonna miss his little dear.
Poor Mrs. Mary Kay
Gone today straight away.
Boy’s not coming home today
Dolly’s little baby’s coming here.
Sweet little Mary Kay
Buried today
Granna and daddy lay still near.
