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the very short ballad of Mary Malone
From the top of a 23 bus
Mary Malone smiled at me
We were nearly eye to eye
For I was sitting in an apple tree
Then the bus drove away
Leaving me stranded there
Blowing kisses
Into empty air
I never ever saw her before
Only guessed at her name
But I fancied her
Just the same
Now every time
I sat in that tree
I imagined the joys
Of her and me
Then one day
When I went to town
The blooming council
Chopped it down
Mary Malone smiled at me
We were nearly eye to eye
For I was sitting in an apple tree
Then the bus drove away
Leaving me stranded there
Blowing kisses
Into empty air
I never ever saw her before
Only guessed at her name
But I fancied her
Just the same
Now every time
I sat in that tree
I imagined the joys
Of her and me
Then one day
When I went to town
The blooming council
Chopped it down
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the very short ballad of Mary Malone
the very short ballad of Mary Malone