Lyrics: First verse Maryland, Maryland, you've made chicken famous ev'rywhere. Maryland, Maryland, I'm not kickin' but I must declare, You've got other chickens too, Baby Dolls with eyes of blue, They're the sweetest kind Here's what I've got in mind: Chorus There's a lot of blue-eyed Marys down in Maryland, I'll have you understand, there is no sweeter brand, If you want a blue eyed bride just take a ride to Maryland. They've got just what you need, yes, indeed, Ev'ryone comes guaranteed; If you want the ""best what am,"" in a wedding gown, Be some ""Mary's little lamb,"" follow her around; If you'll marry one you'll settle down in Fairyland, And raise a lot o' little Mary's down in Maryland. Second verse Maryland, Maryland, It's no wonder they've got such blue eyes, Maryland, Maryland, they're raised under Heaven's bluest skies, Sunbeams find a resting place, In each Mary's smiling face, Ev'ryone's a prize I'm here to put you wise: (Chorus)
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://22.214.171.124/cdm4/intro_harris.php