Don’t talk to me of London dames
Nor rave about your foreign flames
They never lived – except in drames
Nor shone except on paper
I sing you about a girl I knew
Who lived in Ballywhacmacrew
And let me tell you mighty few
Could equal Mary Draper
I do not know much about you Mary Draper
Were you as beautiful as the song suggests
Or was this just a fiction
What happened to you Mary Draper
Does your music still decorate the hills
That overlook your village
Where are you now Mary Draper
Do I drink with your many sons
In towns and cities without knowing them
You are now almost forgotten Mary Draper
Living only in a few verses of an obscure song
That is so rarely sung