There's a blizzard comin' on and i'm wishin' i was home
For my pony's lame and he can 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 suppertime
And i'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord, my hands feel like they're froze and there's 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
And we best be moving faster if we can
Dan, just think about that barn and that hay so soft and warm
For it's only three more miles to mary anne
Dan, git up, you on'ry cuss, or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary, but i'll help you if i can
Alright dan, perhaps it's best that we stop awhile and rest
It's still a hundred yards to mary anne
Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He'd have made it, but he couldn't leave old dan
Yes, they found him on the plains, his hands froze to the rein
He was just a hun