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The Town Pants
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Hell's Kitchen
Well Mary was a lass From the lower class She was an Irish emigree When she arrived in New York In a kitchen she found work Cooking meals in the Bowery
In that kitchen Mary baked and never took a break and the people wolfed it down But bellies growled more than they should From eating all they could 'Til they were buried in the ground
Oh Mary, Typhoid Mary Your kitchen wasn't clean The dead are dead I reckon because they asked for seconds Your kitchen wasn't clean
The city was scared And began to despair Where could this plague come from so crude? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And the cops began to wonder Why all those gone asunder had eaten Mary Mallon's food
So like a crook she was sought and Mary was caught The charge she did not understand Her stools were tested And Mary was arrested If only she'd washed her hands
Oh Mary, Typhoid Mary Your kitchen wasn't clean The dead are dead I reckon because they asked for seconds Your kitchen wasn't clean
In the hands of the state she died in thirty eight The advice her survivors left - If a meal makes you faint Then make a complaint And ask to see the chef
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