# There's Ann's. Dan get up you ornery 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, if we stop a while and rest. For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's. It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's. Late that night the storm was gone, the found him there at dawn. He'd-a-made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan. Yes they found him there on the plains, hands froze to the reigns. He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann's. (chordiearchive.chordie.com)