For Mary oh Mary, plain eyes can see, your bangers displayed, every-day. Although not settled like us town boys, we mingled and played with all our toys.
Young innocence; I watched you run by, your long black hair; flowing young mare. Although too young to have them thoughts, imagination ran high, along with cloth.
You Mary, were a needle in my eye. I tried to pull back, but Something made me high. Maybe it was your bangers, for all to See, but in my head I thought, it was all for me.
I loved you sweet Mary, for where have you gone, maybe you’re married – moved along. A traveller girl you were, some days I Still dream, may we hit the road, both – you and me.