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Chorus

Mary Jane was a fine young maid

Daughter of the Merchant

Had pretty blue eyes

But could never find

The man for whom she was searching



Verse 1

Mary kneeled in an old cornfield

A late night summer stroll

Looked down on the ground

Surprised what she found

A sleepy one-eyed, red haired troll



Verse 2

My my madam,you sure look so sad

What's to be the problem?

She said, "Through  this land

I search for a man

I don't think I'll ever find him"



Verse 3

Him you seek lives down by the creek

Yonder there's a cabin

In it you will find

A man who's so kind

Hurry up, and get a-travelin'



Verse 4

Mary Jane found the cabin plain

But, began a-knockin'

A farm boy appeared

With a red haired beard

He stood in the doorway rock'n



Verse 5

Hello Maam, won't you take my hand

Like to get to know 'ya

You're a pretty sight

I would treat you right

On this cold dark night I'll hold 'ya





Verse 6

Mary said "I'm better off dead"

For you are lower class

I crave jewels,and charms

not tools and farms

I do, I do believe I'll pass



Verse 7

Said no more, and she slammed the door

And, started walking home

A tear in her eye

She began to cry

"Will I live my life alone?"



Verse 8

Years passed on, not a man was found

And, now she has grey hair

Wrinkles in her face

Not an ounce of grace

Finds herself at the grand ol' fair



Verse 9

Fan in hand, spots a one-eyed man

Says to him, politely,

"You are so well-dressed

I would sure feel blessed

If you would dance this dance with me"



Verse 10

Lady please, did you forget me?

We met so long ago

First in the cornfield

Again, at my door heel

Remember your night summer stroll?  



Verse 11

In my field, so sadly I kneeled

I dug deep in the soil

How I was surprised

When I realized

I was rich, 'cause I just struck oil











Verse 12

Oh dear sir, it's you I assure

No longer am naïve

I was very young

And oh so, so dumb

Take my hand, you shall now receive.



Verse 13

My dear…dear, why is it not clear?

I am now a father

I found my true love

Pretty as a dove

I married the Peasant's daughter



Chorus

Mary Jane was a fine young maid

Daughter of the merchant

Had pretty blue eyes

But could never find

The man for whom she was searching