O rain at seven,
      Pay-check at eleven ---
      Keep smiling the boss away,
      Mary (what are you going to do?)
      Gone seven --- gone eleven,
      And I’m still waiting you ---

O blue-eyed Mary with the claret scarf,
     Saturday Mary, mine!

     It’s high carillon
     From the popcorn bells!
     Pigeons by the million ---
     And Spring in Prince Street
     Where green figs gleam
     By oyster shells!

O Mary, leaning from the high wheat tower
     Let down your golden hair!

     High in the noon of May
     On cornices of daffodils
     The slender violets stray
     Crap-shooting gangs in Bleecker reign,
     Peonies with pony names ---
     Forget-me-nots at windowpanes:

Out of the way-up nickel-dime tower shine,
                         Cathedral Mary,
                                                      shine! ---