Mary's A Grand Old Name

My mother’s name was Mary
She was so good and true
Because her name was Mary
She called me Mary, too
She wasn’t gay or airy
But plain as she could be
I hate to meet a Mary
Who calls herself Marie
For it is Mary, Mary
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety, society will say Marie
But it was Mary, Mary
Long before the fashions came
And there is something there that sounds so square
It’s a grand old name
For it is Mary, Mary
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety, society will say Marie
But it was Mary, Mary
Long before the fashions came
And there is something there that sounds so square
It’s a grand old name