Paul Giovanni
The Landlord's Daughter
Much has been said of the strumpets of yoreOf wenches and bawdy house queens by the scoreBut I sing of the baggage that we all adoreThe landlord's daughterOh, her lips are as rose as her wine is a treatHer whiskey is good and her finger is neatAnd while she is serving her bitter she's sweetThe landlord's daughterYou'll never love anotherAlthough she's not the kind of girlTo take home to your motherHer ale, it is lively and strong to the tasteIt is brewed with discretion and never with hasteYou can have all you like if you swear not to wasteThe landlord's daughterAnd, when her name is mentionedThe parts of every gentlemanDo stand up at attentionNow the ? of the blossom and all of the countryShe takes off the garter and ? in townThe dolly who keeps her red heart of renownBut I'll take the landlord's daughterFor nothing so delight soAs the part that lies betweenHer left toe, and her right toe
From Letras Mania