Mary McKay, O Mary McKay

with your fighter ace who lost an eye

and a fist of metal in Atlantic sky

flying low and flying high

you made the devil seethe and sigh.

The ocean a cauldron

a ne'er do well

with its sweating mountains

and foaming swell,

Mary McKay, O Mary McKay

why did you have to go and die?

You turned your sights from east to west,

a flight ...

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