Step It Out Mary

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman

In the village of Kilgory, there’s a maiden young and fair
Her eyes they shine like diamonds, she has long and golden hair
The countryman came riding, he came to her father’s gate
Mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the strike of eight.

I have come to wed your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I have gold and I have silver, I have wealth beyond compare
And I’ll buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand
I’ll build for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command

Kind sir, I have another, I have pledged to him my hand
I don’t want your gold nor silver, I don’t want your wealth nor land
Mary’s father spoke up sharply “You will do as you are told,
You’ll be married here next Sunday and you’ll wear the ring of gold”

In the village of Kilgory there’s a deep stream running by
You’ll find Mary there at midnight as she drowns there with her boy
In the village there’ll be music, and you’ll hear her father say:
“Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.”