Mary

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

Her the fieldlark call;

"Marry, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

Shrill and over all

Comes the mockbird’s answer, ringing from the hill.

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!" calls the whippoorwill.

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

Whispers every breeze;

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

Whisper back the trees;

And the blossoms giggle when the breeze goes by,

And they whisper, "Mary!" laughing to the sky.

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

Thus my hear beats, too;

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

Sings my soul to you;

Forest, sky and river, and the booming sea!

All are singing, "Mary!" Singing to me.

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

All life’s skies are blue;

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"

How I’m loving you!

But no answer finds me from the sky or sea;

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, are you loving me?

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