Old Brown's Daughter There's an ancient party at the other end of town They keep a little Chandler's shop, their ancIent names are Brown They're such a jolly party, such a party I never saw But by jingo I should like to be that old party's son-in-law. cho: Old Brown's daughter she's a proper sort of girl, Old Brown's daughter she's as fair as any pearl, I wish I were a Lord Mayor, a Marquis or an Earl I'm blowed if I would marry old Brown's girl. Old Brown keeps a shop, sells anything you please Treacle, wood, buns and soap, lollipops and cheese Miss Brown she minds the shop, it's a treat to see her serve I'd like to run away with her but I haven't got the nerve. Old Brown is often troubled with the gout, He grumbles in his little parlour when he can't get out Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly when she hands me the change She makes me feel so galvanised I feel so very strange Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly when I say a tender word Brown says she'll marry a marquis or a lord, I don't suppose that ever one of those swells I shall be But by Jingo next election I shall put up as MP. Recorded by Damien Barber, Voices. Collected from Walter Pardon who learned it from Billy Gee MJ
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