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Old Browns' Daughter

Oh, there is an ancient at the other end of town.
He keeps a little grocery store - the ancient's name is Brown.
He has an only daughter, such a beaut' I never saw,
I only wish some day to be the old man's son in law

Old Brown sells from off the shelf most anything you please,
Jews harps for the little boys, 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 a Lord, there, Marquis or an Earl
And blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl

Poor Old Brown now is troubled with the gout.
He grumbles in the little parlour when he can't get out.
And when I make a purchase and she hands me the change
That girl makes me hold her eyes, I feel so very strange.

Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly when I say a tender word,
But Old Brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord.
Well, I don't suppose there's ever one of those things I will be,
But , by jingle, 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 a Lord, there, 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.

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