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