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