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AGRICULTURAL IRISH GIRL
(J. F. Mitchell)
Val Doonican - 1964


If all the girls in Ireland
Were gathered up together
There's none like my Mary Ann
In every kind of weather
The rain won't wash the powder off her face
She doesn't wear it
And her figure and face are all her own
The truth I must declare it

Chorus:
She's a fine stout lump
Of agricultural Irish girl
Her face is worth a fortune
And her figure is all her own
She can strike that hard you would think
That you were hit by the kick of a mule
But the full of a house of Irish love
Is Mary Ann Malone

She was never e-d-i-cated
She doesn't know her letters
But she's all a lady wants my boys
And better than her betters
She doesn't speak ital-i-an
Or read the sporting papers
But she knows the horse will win the race
She knows the form by jabers

She was only seventeen last year
But still she's growing greatly
I wonder what her form will be
When she fills out completely
You's think your hand was in a vice
The minute that she'd take it
And if there's any cake at hand
Tis Mary Ann will ate it

Repeat Chorus

Alternate Chorus:
For she's a fine stout lump
Of an agricultural Irish girl
Her face is worth a fortune
And her figure is all her
But she can hit that hard....Oooh
You'ld think it the kick of a mule you got
The fill of your arms of Irish love
Is Mary Ann Malone