O, Aunt Mary, my aunt, my dear Aunt Mary!
Her face was so kind, and her hand was so airy,
Her step was so soft, and her voice was so low,
She loved all the birds, and she watched the flowers grow.
Her face was so kind, and her hand was so airy,
Her step was so soft, and her voice was so low,
She loved all the birds, and she watched the flowers grow.