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As Performed by Peter, Paul and Mary
{title:Pretty Mary}
{st:Traditional}
My h[E]orses ain`t hungry, they w[A]on`t eat your h[E]ay,
So fare thee well darling, I`m going away.
Your parents don`t like me, they say I`m too poor,
They say I`m not worthy to enter your door.
Pretty Mary, Pretty Mary, would you think me unkind
If I were to see you and tell you my mind?
As sure as the dew drops on the green corn,
Last night I was with her, tonight I am gone.
My horses ain`t hungry, they won`t eat your hay,
So fare thee well darling, I`m going away.
Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
by Steve Putz
7 September 1992