My mother's name was Mary
She was so good and true
Because her name was Mary
She called me Mary, too
She wasn't gay or airy
But plain as she could be
I hate to meet a fairy
Who calls herself Marie

For it is Mary, Mary
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety, society will say Marie
But it was Mary, Mary
Long before the fashions came
And there is something there that sounds so square
It's a grand old name

Now, when her name is Mary
There is no falseness there
When to Marie she'll vary
She'll surely bleach her hair
Though Mary's ordinary
Marie is fair to see
Don't ever fear sweet Mary
Beware of sweet Marie

For it is Mary, Mary
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety, society will say Marie
But it was Mary, Mary
Long before the fashions came
And there is something there that sounds so square
It's a grand old name

Writer : GEORGE M. COHAN
Copyright : Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC