I saved up my money to

Buy my sweetheart some flowers

For Saturday's date and

I restlessly counted the hours

Then today in the mail

I received this short little note

And I broke down inside at

The message that her mother wrote

Mary Ann regrets she's

Unable to see you again;

We're leaving for Europe next week

She'll be busy till then

They know that she loves me

But poor boys don't

Fit in their plan

Good-bye true love

Good-bye my sweet Mary Ann

The weeks have gone

By not a word have

I heard since then;

In the papers I read of

The far away places she's been

I can't eat I can't sleep

For over and over again

My mind reads that letter

And I cry for my Mary Ann

Mary Ann regrets she's

Unable to see you again;

We're leaving for Europe next week

She'll be busy till then

They know that she loves me

But poor boys don't

Fit in their plan

Good-bye true love

Good-bye my sweet Mary Ann

My Mary Ann died

They said she just wasted away;

If I could have seen her

I know she'd be living today

For we loved each other

And if they'd have left us alone

Today she'd be wearing my ring

Not a blanket of stone

Mary Ann regrets she's

Unable to see you again;

We're leaving for Europe next week

She'll be busy till then

They know that she loves me

But poor boys don't

Fit in their plan

Good-bye true love

Good-bye my sweet

Mary-Ann