Devilish Mary

I one dressed up and went to town
To court a fair young lady
When I inquired about her name
Her name was Devilish Mary
Come fa la ling come, ling come
Fa la ling come, day
Fa la ling come, ling come
Fa la ling come, day
When me and Mary began to spark
She got in a hurry
Made it all up in her mind
She’d marry me next Thursday
Hadn’t been married for about two weeks
Before we oughta been parted
Hadn’t said one single word
She’d kicked up her heels and started
One day I said to Mary
«Think we ought to be parted.»
And just as soon as I said the word
She packed all her clothes and started
She washed my clothes in old soap suds
And filled up my bathtub with switches
She let me know right from the start
She was gonna wear my britches
Now if I ever marry again
It’ll be for love not riches
Marry a little girl about two feet high
And she can’t wear my britches