Oh, 'Tis Time I Should Talk To Your Mother, Sweet Mary, Says I; "Oh, Don't Talk To My Mother," Says Mary, Beginning To Cry: "For My Mother Says Men Are Decaivers, And Never, I Know, Will Consent; She Says Girls In A Hurry To Marry, At Leisure Repent." "Then, Suppose I Should Talk To Your Father, Sweet Mary," Says I; "Oh, Don't Talk To My Father," Says Mary, Beginning To Cry: "For My Father He Loves Me So Dearly, He'll Never Consent I Should Go; If You Talk To My Father," Says Mary, "He'll Surely Say 'No.'" "Then How Shall I Get You, My Jewel, Sweet Mary?" Says I; "If Your Father And Mother'S So Cruel, Most Surely I'll Die!" "Oh, Never Say Die, Dear," Says Mary; "A Way Now To Save You I See: Since My Parents Are Both So Conthrairy, You'd Better Ask Me."