There's a blizzard coming on,
and I'm wishing I was home
For my pony's lame,
and he can hardly stand
Listen to that northern sigh
If we don't get home we'll die
But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann
Yes, it's only seven miles to Mary An n
You can bet we're on her mind,
For it's nearly supper time,
And I'll bet there's hot
biscuits in the pan.
Lord, my hands feel like they're froze,
And there's a numbness in my toes,
But it's only five more miles
to Mary An n
It's only five more miles
to Mary Ann
That wind's howlin' and it seems
Mighty like a woman's screams
And we'd best be movin'
faster if we can
Dan, just think about the barn
And that hay so soft and warm
For it's only three more
miles to Marianne
Yes, it's only three more miles
to Mary An n.
Dan, get on up, you ordinary cuss.
Don't you know you're
gonna be the death of us?
Oh, I'm so weary.
But you know I'll help you if I can.
All right, Dan.
Perhaps it's best if we just
stop a while and rest.
Mind you, it's still a hundred
yards to Mary Ann.
Still a hundred yards to Mary An n.
Hate that night, the storm was gone
And they found him there at dawn
And he'd have made it too
But he just could n't
leave old Dang
They found him on the plains,
his hands froze to the rains,
he was just a hundred
yards from Marianne.
He was just a hundred
yards from Marianne.
He was just a hundred yards