Miss Mary Mack, Mack, MackAnd I have a stitching chart of Miss Mary Mac. With small alternations it will be my project for tonight. I will stitch Miss Mary Mac, think of her and maybe the answer will come to me by the dawn of the morning...
All dressed in black, black, black
She had a knife, knife, knife
Stuck in her back, back, back
She could not scream, scream, scream
She could not cry, cry, cry
So she begs, begs, begs
She begs to die, die, die.