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.Well Mary was a lass
From the lower class
She was an Irish emigree
When she arrived in New York
In a kitchen she found work
Cooking meals in the Bowery

In that kitchen Mary baked
And never took a break
And the people wolfed it down
But bellies growled
Mor.

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