.There's a blizzard coming on, how I'm wishing I was home,
For my pony's lame, and he can hardly stand.
Listen to that norther' sigh, if we don't get home we'll die.
But, it's only seven miles to Mary Ann's.
It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's.
You can bet we're on her mind, for it.
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