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.