I Saved Up My Money To Buy My Sweetheart Some Flowers

For Saturday's Date And I Restlessly Counted The Hours.

Then Today In The Mail I Received This Short Little Note

And I Broke Down Inside At The Message That Her Mother Wrote.



Mary Ann Regrets She's Unable To See You Again;

We're Leaving For Europe Next Week, She'll Be Busy Till Then.

They Know That She Loves Me, But Poor Boys Don't Fit In Their Plan.

Good-bye True Love, Good-bye My Sweet Mary Ann.



The Weeks Have Gone By Not A Word Have I Heard Since Then;

In The Papers I Read Of The Far Away Places She's Been.

I Can't Eat, I Can't Sleep For Over And Over Again

My Mind Reads That Letter And I Cry For My Mary Ann.



Mary Ann Regrets She's Unable To See You Again;

We're Leaving For Europe Next Week, She'll Be Busy Till Then.

They Know That She Loves Me But Poor Boys Don't Fit In Their Plan.

Good-bye True Love, Good-bye My Sweet Mary Ann.



My Mary Ann Died, They Said She Just Wasted Away;

If I Could Have Seen Her I Know She'd Be Living Today.

For We Loved Each Other And If They'd Have Left Us Alone,

Today She'd Be Wearing My Ring, Not A Blanket Of Stone.



Mary Ann Regrets She's Unable To See You Again;

We're Leaving For Europe Next Week, She'll Be Busy Till Then.

They Know That She Loves Me But Poor Boys Don't Fit In Their Plan.

Good-bye True Love, Good-bye My Sweet Mary-Ann