Old Brown's Daughter - Great Big Sea

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