The streets here have names that recall
Some country or county or city or village or town
Where the feet that stagger on pavements here
Once skipped along a wall
Mary came from Donegal
If you ask her the reason she ended up her
It would seem that she didn't have any
No she cannot recall why she came to east London
Or why she left Letterkenny
There was a young man she once loved and married
And a child conceived and carried
But over the years they went their ways
And in Bethnal Green Mary tarried
Mary came from Donegal
If you ask her the reason she ended up her
She will only answer you vaguely
No she cannot recall why she came to east London
Or why she left Letterkenny
She claimed from a broken chapel
Francis Of Assisi
And with pottery boots and geraniums
And garden gnomes
On her patio stands he
And a faded flag of Ireland
Flaps in the soft evening breeze
Mary came from Donegal
And she's too old and tired
To ponder the mystery
No she cannot recall why she came to east London
Or why she left Letterkenny
Why she lives all alone
All alone in east London
And why she left Letterkenny