songs that mention someone named "mary"



A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
somewhere a King has no wife.

And the wind it cries Mary.
 


Mary Long is a hypocrite
She does all the things that she tells us not to do
Selling filth from a corner shop
And knitting patterns to the high street queue
She paints roses, even makes them smell good
And then she draws titties on the khazy wall
Drowns kittens just to get a thrill
And writes sermons in the Sunday Chronicle
 


Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning
When through the sleepy haze I see her lying there
Soft as the rain that falls on summerflowers
Warm as the sunlight shining on her head
 



"Then I got Mary pregnant,
man that was all she wrote,
and for my 19th birthday,
I got union card and a wedding coat,
we went down to the courthouse
and the judge put it all to rest
no wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisles,
no flowers, no wedding dress"
 
Nick Drake: The thoughts of Mary Jane

 
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