There's a blizzard coming on
and I'm wishing I was home
For my pony's lame and he
Lord, my hands feel like they're froze
and there's a numbness in my toes
But it's only seven miles to Marienne
It's only seven miles to Marienne
You can bet we're on her mind
For it's nearly supper time
Listen to that northern sigh
If we don't get home we'll die
It's only five more miles to Mariette
and it seems mighty like a
Dan, just think about that barn
with that hay so soft and warm
It's only three more miles to Marianne
It's only three more miles to Marianne
Dan, get up, you ornery cuss
Or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary, but I'll help you if I can
All right, Dan, perhaps it's best
Would you stop a while and rest,
It's still another mile to Mary Ann.
It's still another mile to Mary Ann.
Late that night the storm was gone,
An d they found him there at dawn.
he just couldn't leave old Dan
His hands froze to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Marianne
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