SWEET MARIE
(Percy French)

I've a little racing mare called Sweet Marie,
And the temper of a bear has Sweet Marie,
But I backed the mare to win, and on her I've all my tin,
So we'll take a trial spin, Sweet Marie.

CHORUS: Hold your holt, Sweet Marie, if you bolt, Sweet Marie
You will never win the Galway Plate for me.
Every daisy in the dell ought to know me mighty well,
For at every fence we fell, Sweet Marie.

Now the colours that I chose for Sweet Marie
Were lavender and rose for Sweet Marie.
Ah. but now no thanks to you, I am quite a different hue,
For I'm only black and blue, Sweet Marie. CHORUS

Now we're coming up to race, my Sweet Marie,
Runners up and in your place now Sweet Marie.
Will you stop your waltzing round or we'll both be on the ground
And we never will be found, Sweet Marie. CHORUS

When we started off to race my Sweet Marie,
I had backed you for a place, my Sweet Marie,
But you barely hit the dawn, I fell off and you went on.
Now my money is all gone, Sweet Marie.

FINAL CHORUS: Hold your holt, Sweet Marie, if you bolt, Sweet Marie.
Now you've gone and lost the Galway Plate for me.
You're a stayer too, I find, but you're not the proper kind,
For you stay too far behind, Sweet Marie.