In the village of Kilgory lived a maiden young and fair Her eyes, they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hair When a countryman came riding, riding to her father’s gate Mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the strike of eight “I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair, I have gold and I have silver, I have goods beyond compare I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand She will have a mansion, she’ll have servants to command” “Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter Step it out, Mary, if you can Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the countryman” “Okay, Daddy, that’s just creepy I am not some piece of meat Nor a plan for your retirement At the most, he’ll see my feet” As the countryman seemed eager Mary’s father said, “That’s weird Sir, do you possess a fetish Or is Mary just a beard?” Schlep it out, Mary, my fine daughter Schlep it out, Mary, if you can Schlep it out, Mary, my fine daughter Show your feet to the countryman Now the countryman, insulted Tried to make a claim of love Stepped right up to Mary’s father Slapped him smartly with a glove As the other glove went missing You could hear above the din “I will give you my fine daughter If you do that thing again!” Schlep it out, Mary, my fine daughter Schlep it out, Mary, if you can Schlep it out, Mary, my fine daughter Show your dad to the countryman All amid the two men’s wrestling Mary’s quiet as a mouse Tiptoed to the open window And escaped her father’s house She’s absconded with the stallion Run away to join a throng With the raggle-taggle gypsies Right into another song Schlep it out, Mary, my fine daughter Schlep it out, Mary, if you can Schlep it out, Mary, my fine daughter You have foiled every plan (repeat)