Lyrics
Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine,
Grew like a rose in a bower,
Bloomed for a day,
Faded away,
I lost a beautiful flower;
Sweetheart and friend, right to the end;
That's why I miss her so.
Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine,
My little playmate of childhood,
Symbol of love,
Sent from above,
Staunch as an oak in the wildwood;
Mem'ries of old, purer than gold;
Fill me with love sublime.
Oh! what a gal was Mary,
Oh! what a pal was she,
An angel was born on Easter morn,
and God sent her down to me.
Heart of my heart was Mary,
Soul of my soul divine,
Though she is gone, love lingers on,
for Mary old pal of mine.
Edgar Leslie (1885-1976) and Bert Kalmar (1884-1947), 1919