Lyrics

There is an ancient party at the other end of town He keeps a little grocery store, and 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 Old Brown sells from off his shelf most anything you please He's got juice hops 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, 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 Well poor Old Brown now has trouble with the gout He grumbles in his little parlour when he can't get out And when I make a purchase, Lord, and she hands me the change... That girl she makes me pulverized, I feel so very strange 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, 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 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... 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 a 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