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In my prison cell I stand, thinking of you, Mary Ann
And the good old times we've had in days before
When my sock was lined with tin, and I thought it was no sin
For to jump a bounty every week or more

cho: Tramp, tramp, the guard is coming
Tramp, tramp
Even now I hear them at my door
So goodbye, my Mary Ann, you must do the best you can
For I'll never jump a bounty any more.

Oh the good old days and nights, that we passed in fond delights
When my pockets they were brimming full of cash
And with oysters, cake and wine, we had such a bully time
But I'm satisfied in dreaming now of hash

Oh, goodbye, my Mary Ann, I am now an altered man
And I'm going away from you I love so well
Tell the boys to all "look out," and to mind what they're about
Or the provost guard will get them sure as you're born

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