The Ballad of Jackey
Mary - not the mother
nor the sister
not at all the baby-sitter
Its simply Mary.
She lives near the high way
where people crowd the cross-roads
to pack their shopping bags
with groceries and Oxfam goods.
But Mary - not the buyer
nor the seller
not at all the banking teller
Its simply Mary.
She walks along the side walk
looking towards the steeple
where there-a lots of old people
Gathered for coffee and religious pep-talk.
Yet Mary - not the poem
nor the national anthem
Not at all the village bunkum
Its simply Mary.
Yes, its simply the best:
Mary of Jackey.
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