C                   G                         C
There is an ancient party at the other end of town.
   F                                                       G
He keeps a little grocery store, and the ancient's name is Brown.
   F                                           G
He has a lovely daughter, such a treat I never saw.
      C                           G                C
Oh, I only hope someday to be the old man's son-in-law.


[Verse 2]

C                    G                               C
Old Brown sells from off his shelf most anything you please.
         F                                             G
He's got juice hops for the little boys, lollipops and cheese.
    F                                                    G
His daughter minds the store and it's a treat to see her serve.
    C                             G                C
I'd like to run away with her but I don't have the nerve.


[Chorus]

         F                                        C
And it's Old Brown's daughter is a proper sort of girl.
F                                      G
Old Brown's daughter is as fair as any pearl.
  F
I wish I was a Lord, Mayor, Marquis or an Earl.
                                G           C
And blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.
F                           G           C
Blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.


[Verse 3]

     C                      G                C
Well poor Old Brown now has trouble with the gout.
   F                                                G
He grumbles in his little parlour when he can't get out.
    F                                                  G
And when I make a purchase, Lord, and she hands me the change...
     C                               G            C
That girl she makes me pulverized, I feel so very strange.


[Chorus]

         F                                        C
And it's Old Brown's daughter is a proper sort of girl.
F                                      G
Old Brown's daughter is as fair as any pearl.
  F
I wish I was a Lord, Mayor, Marquis or an Earl.
                                G           C
And blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.
F                           G           C
Blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.


[Verse 4]

     C                                   G            C
Miss Brown, she smiles so sweetly when I say a tender word.
        F                                               G
Oh, but Old Brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord.
      F                                                  G
And I don't suppose it's ever one of those things I will be...
        C                           G       C
But, by jingo, next election I will run for Trinity!


[Chorus]

         F                                        C
And it's Old Brown's daughter is a proper sort of girl.
F                                      G
Old Brown's daughter is as fair as any pearl.
  F
I wish I was a Lord, Mayor, Marquis or an Earl.
                                G           C
And blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.
F                           G           C
Blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl.