[1st verse:] Mary Snow had a beau Who was bashful and shy She simply couldn't make the boy propose No matter how she'd try Mary grew tired of waiting So she called her beau one side While he stood there biting his fingernails Mary cried: [Refrain:] If you don't want my peaches You'd better stop shaking my tree Let me say that you're mighty slow You're as cold as an Eskimo There's a thousand others waiting Waiting to propose to me So, if you don't want my peaches You'd better stop shaking my tree [2nd verse:] Mary's Pa and her Ma Soon came into the room They took a look at Mary's beau and cried "You ought to be a groom Of course, it's none of our bus'ness But she'd make a lovely bride" He just answered "I'll think it over" but Mary cried:
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