Young little Mary-Ann
Had the whole world in the palm of her hands.
Had a countenance of gold
And hadn't a heart of mould
Young little Mary-Ann was beautiful
But poor Mary-Ann
Fell in love with the wrong man
"I love you," he told her
"But I need a favour."
Mary-Ann gave him the gold and silver
Even her precious jewels
But he ran away
And married another woman
As Mary-Ann waited for his return
She started to suffer in silence
She had developed an illness
But she still waited for the foolish man's return
As Mary-Ann died
From the lack of her treasures
And of a broken heart
She wrote
To my lover
Who has all my silver
I'll still be waiting
Forever and ever
So with that Mary-Ann departed
She slipped into a world
With the simple words "to death do us part"
Stuck at her lips.
Random poem which makes no sense but I wrote anyway. :D
