Mary’s A Grand Old Name

Song: George M. Cohan.

My Mothers name was Ma-ry,
She was so good and true.

Because her name was Ma-ry,
She called me Ma-ry too.

She wasn’t gay or air-y,
But plain as she could be;

I hate to meet a fair-y,
Who calls herself Ma-rie.

For it was Ma-ry, Ma-ry,
Plain as any name can be;

But with propri-et-y,
So-ci-e-ty will say, Ma-rie;

But it was Ma-ry, Ma-ry,
Long before the fash-ions came,

And there is some-thing there,
That sounds so fair.

It’s a grand old name!

Now, when her name is Ma-ry,
There is no false-ness there;

When to Ma-rie she’ll va-ry,
She’ll sure-ly bleach her hair.

Though Ma-ry’s or-din-ary,
Ma-rie is fair to see;

Don’t ev-er fear sweet Ma-ry,
Beware of sweet Ma-rie!

Chorus