The Calico Printer's Clark In Manchester, that city of cotton, twist and twills There's a girl who's young and pretty, she's the cause of all me ills Years she has but twenty and her eyes are azure blue Admirers she's got plenty and her name is Dorothy Drew. Cho: She was very fond of dancing, But allow me to remark One fine day she danced away With the calico printer's clark. It was at a dance I met her in 1863 And I never will forget her, though she was unkind to me I was dressed in the pink of fashion, all me clothes and shoes were new And we danced the Waltz Circassian with the lovely Dorothy Drew. We Schottisched and we Polka'd to the tunes the band did play We Waltzed and we Mazurka'd, til she waltzed my heart away I whispered in this manner as around the room we flew Doing the Varsovianna, "How I love you, Dorothy Drew." For months and months attention unto her I did pay, 'Til with her condescension, she led me quite astray; For the money I expended, I'm ashamed to tell to you I'll inform you how it ended with meself and Dorothy Drew. She wrote to me a letter that a call she meant to pay Unto some dear relations, who lived some miles away In a week she'd be returning, I must bid a short adieu And her heart for me was burning, oh, deceitful Dorothy Drew! It was early the next morning, to my breakfast I sat down The smile my face adorning was soon turned into a frown For in the morning paper, a paragraph I did view That Jones, the calico printer's clark, had married Dorothy Drew. In Manchester, that city, of cotton, twist and twills There's a girl who's young and pretty, she's the cause of all me ills Years she has but twenty and her eyes are azure blue Admirers she's got plenty and her name was Dorothy Drew. a broadside ballad from late 1800's We learned it from a Yorkshire/American couple named John and Rosie Goucher(?) a nd blended in some of the version sung by Mike Raven of The Halliard. ML apr00
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