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AGRICULTURAL IRISH GIRL (J. F. Mitchell) Val Doonican - 1964 If all the girls in Ireland Were gathered up together There's none like my Mary Ann In every kind of weather The rain won't wash the powder off her face She doesn't wear it And her figure and face are all her own The truth I must declare it Chorus: She's a fine stout lump Of agricultural Irish girl Her face is worth a fortune And her figure is all her own She can strike that hard you would think That you were hit by the kick of a mule But the full of a house of Irish love Is Mary Ann Malone She was never e-d-i-cated She doesn't know her letters But she's all a lady wants my boys And better than her betters She doesn't speak ital-i-an Or read the sporting papers But she knows the horse will win the race She knows the form by jabers She was only seventeen last year But still she's growing greatly I wonder what her form will be When she fills out completely You's think your hand was in a vice The minute that she'd take it And if there's any cake at hand Tis Mary Ann will ate it Repeat Chorus Alternate Chorus: For she's a fine stout lump Of an agricultural Irish girl Her face is worth a fortune And her figure is all her But she can hit that hard....Oooh You'ld think it the kick of a mule you got The fill of your arms of Irish love Is Mary Ann Malone

    


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