Old Brown’s Daughter

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.

Old Brown he sells from off his shelf most anything you please
He’s got juice tarts 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

Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly when I say a tender word
Ah 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