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There's a blizard coming on, how I'm wishing I was home, |
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For my pony's lame, and he can hardly stand. |
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Listen to that norther sigh, if we don't get home we'll die. |
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But, it's only seven miles to Mary Ann's. |
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It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's. |
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You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly supertime |
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And I'll bet there's hot bisquets in the pan. |
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Lord, my hands feel like there froze, |
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And there's a numbness in my toes. |
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But, it's only five more miles to Mary Ann's. |
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It's only five more miles to Mary Ann's. |
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That wind's howling and it seems |
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Mighty like a woman's scream. |
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And we'd best be moving faster if we can. |
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Dan just think about that barn, |
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With the hay so soft and warm. |
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For it's only more miles to Mary Ann's, |
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It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's. |
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Dan get up you ornery cuss, or you'll be the death of us. |
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I'm so weary, but I'll help you if I can. |
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Alright Dan, perhaps it's best, if we stop a while and rest. |
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For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's. |
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(Sang) |
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It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's. |
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Late that night the storm was gone, |
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They found him there at dawn. |
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He'd-a-made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan. |
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Yes, they found him there on the plains, |
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Hands froze to the reigns. |
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He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann's. |
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(Sang) |
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He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's... |