The Stillwater Hobos - Roarin' Mary

You're a bear in a sheepskin coat
And O'Donnell caught you on the boat
And three little piggies on Walkin street
Have gobbled up all your corn to eat

With a too-ra-loo-ra-loo-rae-ay
Whack fol da diddle loora-da-o-may

Now Buckeye Jim has lost his way
Saving his corn for a rainy day
And North Country beagles did run awry
With a Billy O'Neil just a-wonderin' why

I lost three dimes on a horse called Stewball
By a dozen lusty mares was called
And when they got him back to his stable
Owner says I hope to God you're able

Had a girl by the banks of the Ohio
Suckled by wind and rain and snow
No honest man on earth could keep her
So she ran off with a Scottish preacher

I had a girl called Roarin' Mary
And with her I am feign to dally
No hope left on that blind man's table
So I'll settle down with a cock-right fable

Oh, Roarin' Mary, I beg your pardon
Over by the hills near Craggie Garden
There never was a skite like Dick McSherry
And never was a girl like Roarin' Mary!

With a too-ra-loo-ra-loo-rae-ay
Whack fol da diddle loora-da-o-may

Written by:
Austin Walker, Will Teller, Thomas Nelson, Danny Jones

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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