There's a blizzard comin' on
 How I'm wishin' I was home
 For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand
 Listen to that northern sigh
 If we don't get home we'll die
 But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne
 It's only seven miles to Mary Anne
 You can bet we're on her mind
 For it's nearly Christmas time.
 And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
 Lord my hands feel like they're froze
 And there's a numbness in my toes
 But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne
 It's only five more miles to Mary Anne
 That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's screams
 So we'd best be movin' faster if we can
 Dan just think about that barn
 With that hay so soft and warm
 For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne
 It's only three more miles to Mary Anne
 Dan get up your 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
 That we'll just stop awhile and rest
 For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne
 It's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne
 Late that night the storm was gone
 And they found him there at dawn
 He had made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan
 Yes they found him there on the plains
 His hands froze to the reins
 He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
 He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne