I'M out at the home of my Mary, Mary so young and so fair, But her father and mother And sister and brother And all of the family are there. I'm now on the sofa with Mary, Mary with bright, golden hair; But her father and mother And sister and brother And all of the family are there. I'm way up the river with Mary, Picnicking in the cool air; But her father and mother And sister and brother And all of the family are there. I'm in the surf bathing with Mary; Her form is beyond compare; But her father and mother And sister and brother And all of the family are there. I'm down at the parson's with Mary; It's rather a private affair; But her father and mother And sister and brother Well -- none of the family is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU UPON JULIA'S VOICE by ROBERT HERRICK TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH |