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Now If all the women in the town Were bundled up together The girl I Love Could beat them all In any kind of weather She Doesn't wash the powder off Because She doesn't wear it Her face and figure are all her own It's true for I declare That She's a fine big strong lump Of agricultural Irish girl She neither paints nor powders And her figure is all her own But She can hit that hard Ohh you would think the kick of a mule you got The full of a arms of Irish love Is Mary Ann Malone Now She was only seventeen last Sat And still inproving greatly I wonder what she will be like When her bones are set completely You'd think your hand was the moist The moment that she takes it And if there's any gin around Tis Mary Ann will takes it Cos She's a fine big strong lump Of agricultural Irish girl She neither paints nor powders And her figure is all her own But She can hit that hard Ohh you would think the kick of a mule you got The full of a arms of Irish love Is Mary Ann Malone |