Old Brown's Daughter

Well there is an ancient party at the other end of town

And he keeps a little grocery store, ah the ancient's name is Brown

And he has a lovely daughter, such a treat I never saw

Oh, I only hope someday to be the old man's son-in-law.



Well, Old Brown sells from off his shelf most anything you please

He's got jew's harps for the little boys, lollipops and cheese

His daughter minds the store, and it's a treat just to see her serve

I'd like to run away with her but I don't have the nerve.



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And it's Old Brown's daughter is a proper sort of girl,

Old Brown's daughter is as fair as any pearl.

I wish I were a Lord Mayor, a Marquis or an Earl

And blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.

Blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.



Well, poor Old Brown now, has trouble with the gout,

He grumbles in his little parlour when he can't get out

Oh, and when I make a purchase, Lord, and she hands me the change

That girl she makes me pulverised, I feel so very strange



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But Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly when I say a tender word

Ah, but Old Brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord,

And I don't suppose it's ever one of those things I will be

But by jingo next election I will run for Trinity.



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