Lirik My Dear Mary Anne
Oh don't you see the pretty turtle dove that flies from pine to pine? Crying for its own true love the way I cry for mine, my dear Mary Anne.
A lobster dies in a boiling pot. Oh, pity, the blue fish too. Yet they're quickly gone and they suffer not like the ache I bear for you, my dear Mary Anne.
Oh fare thee well my dear Mary Anne. Our days have all gone by. Spring is a-comin' and soon I'll be gone, but I'll come back. Don't you cry, my dear Mary Anne.