Mary's a Grand Old Name

My mother's name was Mary She was so good and true Because her name was Mary She called me Mary, too She wasn't gay or airy But plain as she could be I hate to meet a fairy Who calls herself Marie For it is Mary, Mary Plain as any name can be But with propriety, society will say Marie But it was Mary, Mary Long before the fashions came And there is something there that sounds so square It's a grand old name Now, when her name is Mary There is no falseness there When to Marie she'll vary She'll surely bleach her hair Though Mary's ordinary Marie is fair to see Don't ever fear sweet Mary Beware of sweet Marie For it is Mary, Mary Plain as any name can be But with propriety, society will say Marie But it was Mary, Mary Long before the fashions came And there is something there that sounds so square It's a grand old name