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Well, there is an ancient party at the other end of town,
He keeps a little grocery store, the ancient's name is Brown;
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 juice tarts for all the little boys, and lollipops and cheese;
His daughter minds the store, and it's a treat to see her serve,
I'd like to run away with her but I don't have the nerve.
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 was the Lord Mayor, Marquis or an Earl,
And blow me if I wouldn't marry old Brown's girl.
But Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly when I say a tender word,
Oh, 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,
Oh, but by jingo next election I will run for Trinity.
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 was the Lord Mayor, 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.
