Paul Giovanni The Landlord's Daughter
Much has been said of the strumpets of yore
Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score
But I sing of a baggage that we all adore
The Landlord's Daughter
Oh her lips are as rose as her wine is a treat
Her whiskey is good and her finger is neat
And while she is serving her bitter she's sweet
The Landlord's Daughter
You'll never love another
Although she's not the kind of girl to take home
To your mother
Her ale it is lively and strong to the taste
It is brewed with discretion and never with haste
You can have all you like if you swear not to waste
The Landlord's Daughter
And when her name is mentioned
The parts of every gentleman do stand up
At attention
Now there's Jane of the Blossom and Doll of the Crown
Pretty Kate of the Garter and Star down in town
Fat Dolly who keeps the Red Heart of renown,
But I'll take the Landlord's Daughter
O, nothing can delight so
As does the part that lies between her left toe
And her right toe
