Lyrics:

There's a neat little lass and her name is Mary Mac
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track
Lot of other fellas want to get up on her back
But I think they're gonna have to get up early

Chorus:
Mary Mac's mother's making Mary Mac marry me
My mother's making me marry Mary Mac
Well I'm going to marry Mary for when Mary's taking care of me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mac
Kaiyut-little-ottle-eetle-ottle-eetle-um

This wee little lass she has a lot of class
She has a lot of brass and her mother thinks I'm gas
I be a silly ass if I let the matter pass
But her mother thinks she suits me rather fairly

Now Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together
In fact you hardly see the one without the other
And the lads often wonder if it's Mary or her mother
Or the both of them together that I'm courtin'

I said, well bonnie lass, where you gonna spend the day?
She said, among the heather and the hills of Banoffee,
Where all the boys and girls are makin' it for free,
Up among the heather and the hills of Banoffee

The wedding's on Wednesday, everything's arranged
Soon her name will change to mine unless her mind be changed
I'm makin' the arrangements and I feel a bit deranged
For marriage is an awful undertakin'

It's sure to be a grand affair and grander than a fair
There's gonna be a coach and pair for every couple there
We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure to get my share
If I don't I'm very much mistaken

There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary Mac
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track
Lots of other fellas want to get up on her back
But I think they're gonna have to get up early