There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishing I was home
For my pony's lame and he can hardly stand
Listen to that Norther sigh; if we don't get home we'll
die
But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne
It's only seven miles to Mary Anne
You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly suppertime
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord, my hands feel like they're froze, and there's numbness
in my toes
But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne
It's only five more miles to Mary Anne
That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's
screams
And we best be movin' faster if we can
Dan, just think about that barn with that hay so soft
and warm
For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne
It's only three more miles to Mary Anne
Dan, git up, you on'ry cuss, or you'll be the death of
us
I'm so weary, but I'll help you if I can
Alright Dan, perhaps it's best that we stop awhile and
rest
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone, and they found him
there at dawn
He'd have made it, but he couldn't leave old Dan
Yes, they found him there on the plains, his hands froze
to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
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