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Avonmouth Mary

Down where the tall chimneys tower
Beneath where the cranes and the derricks look down
There lives sweet Mary, my flower
The pride of Avonmouth town

Oh Mary, I don't know when
I'll see Shirehampton again
But there's one thing I'm sure
The things you've been doing have led me to ruin
I'll never see Bristol no more

Now twas strolling down Park Street I met her
Her eyes they were lovely and black as Welsh coal
And oh, I should have known better
Well she took me, body and soul

Oh Mary, I don't know when
I'll see Shirehampton again
But there's one thing I'm sure
The things you've been doing have led me to ruin
I'll never see Bristol no more

Now her friends were the town's finest ladies
There was Bedminster Bertha and Polly from Pill
And a dozen more gin-swilling babies
Who'd drink every glass you could fill

Oh Mary, I don't know when
I'll see Shirehampton again
But there's one thing I'm sure
The things you've been doing have led me to ruin
I'll never see Bristol no more

Well I thought that to marry I'd ask her
Now she answered me yes and we planned for the day
But she left me for Alaska
On a tanker bound for Bombay

Oh Mary, I don't know when
I'll see Shirehampton again
But there's one thing I'm sure
The things you've been doing have led me to ruin
I'll never see Bristol no more

So beware all you Bristol-bound sailors
Of the girlies who smile and give you the eye
For the ladies of Park Street
Are the fairest that money can buy

Oh Mary, I don't know when
I'll see Shirehampton again
But there's one thing I'm sure
The things you've been doing have led me to ruin
I'll never see Bristol no more

(Adge Cutler)