Mary Jane A Woeful Tale Of Love - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MARY JANE(A Woeful Tale of Love) Copyright, 1892. by Francis, Day & Hunter. Written and Composed by Arthur Pearl. 
Down in the country, far away, there dwelt a blushing lass; By making buttermilk and such her time she used to pass; From New York town there came one day a rather mashing youth, Who told her lots of love-tales, but with very little truth. 
Chorus. Mary Jane was a farmer's daughter, Mary Jane did just what she oughter-She fell in love, but all in vain, oh, poor Mary, oh, poor Jane! Mary Jane was a farmer's daughter, Mary Jane did just what she oughter-She fell In love, but all in vain, oh, poor Mary, oh, poor Jane. 
Thus things went on a month or so, and Mary felt quite gay. Until one night sweet William said, "My dear, I must away!" I'll have to walk to New York town, I'm In a fix divine. My purse I've lost-what shall I do? Poor Mary said, "Take mine." -Chorus. 
Bill borrowed all the cash she had, and. like a wicked elf, He thought no more of Mary Jane, he laughed wit him himself, And as the months went roiling on, "No letter yet," she sighed; He never will return to me, And so with love she died.- Chorus.