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