Lyrics
Much has been said of the strumpets of yore
Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score
But I sing of the baggage that we all adore,
The Landlord's Daughter
You'll never love another
Although she's not the kind of girl
To take home to your mother
The Landlord's Daughter
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
The Landlord's Daughter
Oh, nothing can delight so
As does the part that lies between
Her left toe
And her right toe
The Landlord's Daughter
