What I’m Listening To Wednesday: Old Brown’s Daughter

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When we go to our monthly SCA meetings, we usually have a campfire in the evening. We sit around and talk and sing.

Some of our group favorites belong to a band called Great Big Sea.

They’re one of those bands that have two distinct styles, but The Fellow and I only care for one side of their style. This makes it hard for me to listen to their recordings, but I LOVE to sit by the fire and hear certain songs sung by the guys in our group.

One song that’s been stuck in my head is “Old Brown’s Daughter.”

The lyrics are sweet, and the video HERE cracks me UP. Seriously, this poor guy gets SO into the music and is SO frustrated with the screaming fans not letting him just sing. He’s trying so hard.

I laugh every time.

There is an ancient party at the other end of town,
And he keeps a little grocery store. The ancient’s name is Brown.
And 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.

Well, old Brown he sells from off his shelf Most anything you please.
He’s got juicy tarts for the little boys, lollipops and cheese.
And his daughter minds the store, And it’s a treat just 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 were a lord mayor, a 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 parlor when he can’t get out.
Oh, 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 were a lord mayor, a 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.

But Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly When I say a tender word.
Ah, 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 were a lord mayor, a 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.

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