Poor Mary, what are you weeping for?
You weeping for?
You weeping for?
Poor Mary, what are you weeping for,
On a bright summer’s day?
Pray tell us what you are weeping for?
You are weeping for?
You are weeping for?
Pray tell us what you are weeping for,
On a bright summer’s day.
My father he is dead, sir;
Is dead, sir;
Is dead, sir.
My father he is dead, sir,
On a bright summer’s day.
—Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy).
Poor Mary is a-weeping, a-weeping, a-weeping,
Poor Mary is a-weeping, on a fine summer’s day.
Pray tell me what you’re weeping for? &c.
Because my father’s dead and gone, is dead and gone, is dead and gone;
Because my father’s dead and gone, on a fine summer’s day.
She is kneeling by her father’s grave, her father’s grave, her father’s grave;
She is kneeling by her father’s grave, on a fine summer’s day.
Stand up and choose your love, choose your love, choose your love;
Stand up and choose your love, on a bright summer’s day.