My Mary Ann - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY MARY ANN. Tune-"Moriarty, the Swell." Words by T. H. Tooker. 
I have a daughter, she is a swate little daisy, my Mary Ann; The dudes are stuck on her shape, she sets them all crazy, my Mary Ann. At the theatre each night, she makes the "hit" of the show; Yes, she is a great actress, now I'll have yez to know; For she does the skirt dance and spins around on one toe, my Mary Ann. 
Chorus. My daughter Mary Ann, 'pon me soul she is all the rage; I'm taking things mighty aisy now, since me Mary Ann went on the stage; Wid the neighbors I sit and gossip And rush the growler in our back yard; Yes, I've laid away me ould overalls, no more I'll carry the hod. 
On the stage she is known as Madame De Rose, my Mary Ann; But her right name is Gilhooley, as everyone knows, my Mary Ann. It's the divil a stroke of hard work that I do nowadays. But each night wid a hand-cart bring home the bouquets That are thrown on the stage by the bald-headed jays, at my Mary Ann. 
Chorus. My daughter Mary Ann, as a singer she's 'way out of sight; Shure, I took me wife Biddy to hear her only last St. Patrick's night, And whin our big daughter came out and sung "I've Worked 8 Hours This Day," Biddy yelled out: "You lie, Mary Ann, you never was built that way."