Mary Anne McCarthy

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Mary Ann McCarthy  
(Tune - Battle Hymn of the Republic)


Mary Ann McCarthy, she went out to dig some clams,
Mary Ann McCarthy, she went out to dig some clams
Mary Ann McCarthy, she went out to dig some clams
But she didn't get one son-of-a-bitch of a clam.

All she got was oysters,
All she got was oysters,
All she got was oysters,
But she never got one son-of-a-bitch of a clam.

She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco Bay,
She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco Bay,
She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco Bay,
And all she ever got was crabs.

All she ever got was crabs, 
All she ever got was crabs,
All she ever got was crabs,
But she didn't get one son-of-a-bitch of a clam.

She waded in the water 'til her fanny dug the sand,
She waded in the water 'til her fanny dug the sand,
She waded in the water 'til her fanny dug the sand,
And all she ever got was piles.

All she ever got was piles,
All she ever got was piles,
All she ever got was piles,
But she didn't get one son-of-a-bitch of a clam.

She went to every party that the First Division gave, 
She went to every party that the First Division gave,
She went to every party that the First Division gave,
But all she ever got was clap,

All she ever got was clap, [clap while singing] 
All she ever got was clap, [clap while singing]
All she ever got was clap, [clap while singing]
But she didn't get one son-of-a-bitch of a clam.

She went down on every soldier the army ever had 
She went down on every soldier the army ever had
She went down on every soldier the army ever had
But all she ever got was trench mouth

All she ever got was trench mouth 
All she ever got was trench mouth
All she ever got was trench mouth
From biting off more than she could chew
And she never got one son of a bitch of a clam
 


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