| Oh I’m just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round
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| And the name I’ll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown
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| Oh he listed in the Antrim rifle corps all you who listen to me ode
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| Do the thing that’s right going home tonight with the girls along the road
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| Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark, a married man tho' not chaste
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| And little he cared if his own wife heard if another girl took his taste
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| Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental best as proud as a peacock strode
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| Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road
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| Oh he courted a girl with nice curly hair, blue boots and a red leather belt
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| And he idly talked as he onward walked endeavoring her heart to melt
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| And his gay grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired her name and abode
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| And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road
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| Mr. Brown and his love sat down in a tavern hard near by
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| And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a plate of the old pork pie
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| And his arms he placed around her waist and his heart with love overflowed
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| And he says it’s alright we’ll be happy tonight with the girls along the road
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| O this funny little man he had just begun his love tales to outpour
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| When who should he see but his own Mrs B. peeping in at the parlour door
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| With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his hair for the signs of her anger
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| showed
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| Saying I’ll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise with the girls along the
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| road
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| Now to set matters right these women had a fight a first rate tumble up and down
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| And they sent to smithereens hats, coats and crinolines and then they set to
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| work on Brown
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| He was jolly well thrashed and his head all bashed as the crowd their anger
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| bestowed
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| And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the girls along the road
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| Now Mr. Brown has broken with the peace he’s been taken to a police cell
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| There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate like many’s a fine young swell
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| And the very next day sure his wife ran away because of this little episode
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| He’s about there still but he never goes to drill with the girls along the road |